| You live a life that’s off the beat
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| Where bending isn’t safe
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| So many times you’ve been called a freak
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| But life is not a freeway
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| You’re so in control
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| You’re so in control
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| And now you die
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| You drop into the unknown
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| Tonight you drink yourself away
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| And forget what you say
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| Each time you ever reach a peak
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| You see your life drift away
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| You’ve got never enough
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| When will it stop
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| Will you ever stop
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| You might fall on concrete
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| Get up, stumble
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| And then you will weep
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| Will you ever stop
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| This head is heavy, about to burst
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| Now you will see me at my worst
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| This moment is a relief, a way to get by
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| Everyday virtue, you shall be cursed
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| Picked up in pieces
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| You’ve got never enough
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| When will it stop
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| Will you ever stop
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| You might fall on concrete
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| Get up, stumble
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| And then you will weep
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| Will you ever stop
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| This head is heavy, about to burst
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| Now you will see me at my worst
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| This moment is a relief, a way to get by
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| Everyday virtue, you shall be cursed |