| Here I am
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| Livin' with old ideas
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| In a country at a loss
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| With a fetishizing boss
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| Whose a family man
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| With a family plan
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| Laughing in the dispatch bars
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| As another protest lasts
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| And I can feel the edge
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| I can feel the edge
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| But I still gotta try
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| To sleep through
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| In this stale room
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| Though I can feel a vacancy at night
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| And they fail you
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| And they drain you
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| And I can feel a vacancy at night
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| The same old ads
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| That same old man
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| Saying by your happiness
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| It’s included with the stress
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| The swindled kids
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| On our 7th drink
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| Lamenting modern age
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| Just trying to get laid
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| And I can feel the edge
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| I can feel the edge
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| But I still gotta try
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| To sleep through
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| In this stale room
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| Though I can feel a vacancy at night
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| And they fail you
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| Then they drain you
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| And I can feel a vacancy at night
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| And I know that love
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| I neglected you for my phone
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| I can’t help it I’m another helpless drunk
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| Nothing’s changing so come on get on
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| Oh but I still gotta try
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| To sleep through
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| In this stale room
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| Though I can feel a vacancy at night
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| And they help you
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| And they f*** you
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| And I can feel a vacancy at night. |