| If all those cigarettes doesn’t kill me
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| If all those warnings didn’t mean a thing
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| Then I want a refund for all my worries
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| I thought I was doing a bad thing
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| All this talk about building up ethics
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| Of shaping the values for friend and for foe
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| But most of all I’m just bored
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| There’s too many shadows
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| Whispering voices
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| To many people making their claims
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| If you look for a way to express yourself
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| Make sure you got something to say
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| We’ve got neat little answers
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| For every possible worry
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| But for every solution there’s a problem ahead
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| I’m sure you’re all full of good intentions
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| If you could only get out of bed
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| There’s a drug being made for the broken hearted
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| It’ll cheer you up but it won’t make you sing
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| Here’s a little something to occupy your darling
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| While you’re downtown doing your thing
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| This will only take a minute
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| I can hear her say
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| As I sit down on the concrete floor
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| Light up a smoke and inhale
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| I’m not sure if I care, but she’s right not to tell
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| She’s got a different name than the one on the bell
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| And from here it’s all downhill
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| If you can take the fall
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| But there are still plenty of numbers
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| You can choose to call
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| And if you’re not going home
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| You might as well go blind
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| As tomorrow turns into tonight |