| I’m pretty good at feeling sorry for myself
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| Making up fake lives, but nothing, like, tangible
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| Daydreaming while watching the TV
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| Intricate combos by myself to fall asleep
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| But alas, none of them come true
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| No car accidents, plane crashing
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| No six o’clock news
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| Just me and my too-far-away TV
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| «Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me? |
| Bob, can you hear me?
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| Sorry, but it looks like we lost reception.»
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
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| Whoa, rethinking all my days
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
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| Take them away, oh, just take them away today
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| Wait a minute, 'cause I’ve been living
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| More like a fucking king without you
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| And I’ve been spending all your past killings
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| On a bunch of shit that I won’t use
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
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| Whoa, rethinking all my days
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
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| Take them away, oh, just take them away today
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating
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| Whoa, rethinking all my days
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| Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming
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| Take them away, oh, just take them away today |