| I don’t have many friends
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| Just some pretty loose and dead ends
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| Even one can be a bit much for me
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| And they call me but I never end up calling them back
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| They lose patience as I lose track
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| I don’t care anymore
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| If I ever did before
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| But I’m not really paying attention
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| People say what reflects well on them
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| And everyone’s lying like rugs
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| And everyone thinks I’m on drugs
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| But I’m just
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| Fucked up on life
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| Cause it doesn’t add up
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| And I never know what should be done
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| I know I’m far from the only one
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| I stay out of the fray
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| I figure I do less damage that way
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| I’m outstanding in my field
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| And all I ever want to do is just get plowed
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| I always feel outnumbered in a crowd
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| And if the truth be known
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| I feel outnumbered when I’m all alone
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| If you’re wondering why there’s no affect
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| When I speak, when you look in my eyes
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| I couldn’t begin to explain
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| I’m almost perfectly sane
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| But I’m just
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| Fucked up on life
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| I’m just fucked up
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| Fucked up on life
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| Oo oo oo
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| Ah na na na na
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| Dum dum day
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| I never know what I should do or say
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| When words fail me
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| I react reciprocally
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| I’m just
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| Fucked up on life
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| I’m just fucked up
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| Fucked up on life |