| Live like a slave
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| With no holidays
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| How many ways
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| Did you count the days?
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| But it feels so good to be gone
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| From my own kind
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| What’s in a name?
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| And propped on a grave
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| What good is a home
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| When nobody’s home?
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| Yeah, it feels so good to be gone
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| From my own kind
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| Yeah, it feels so good to be done
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| With my own mind
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| Mindless, carry me home
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| Mindless, carry me home
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| And I didn’t want anything else
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| But listen to what we expect
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| Looking for careful
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| But looking for honest
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| Excited and on-time
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| With a universal mind
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| I won’t live like a slave
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| And I won’t bury my name
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| I won’t tell you my lies
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| I won’t run from my grave
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| Oh mindless, carry me home
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| Mindless, carry me home
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| Mindless, carry me home
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| 'Cause it feels so good to be gone
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| Yeah, it feels so good to be gone |