| Sometimes I sit and ponder, of all the fucked up things in my life,
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| Can’t make them go away, and not be afraid.
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| I’ll have you know I work a 9 to 5,
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| I finish up and walk right out the door,
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| When every day’s the same,
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| Not a dollar to my name.
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| And they all waltz around with fancy cars,
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| And dollar bills waving in my face,
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| I could careless; |
| I’m not impressed,
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| Cuz all your smiles are the same.
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| Life really sucks, well I’m alive,
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| This is the life for me until the day I die.
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| You may be strong and count on life
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| But when the night is young, the strong resolve to fight.
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| Pick up the paper, shake my hand, and roll my eyes
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| Turn on the television, my blood is getting thick
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| So I write tonight To tell you about the things I can’t explain
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| And I wave goodbye, I’m not standing by, to let you take control
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| Life really sucks, well I’m alive,
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| This is the life for me until the day I die.
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| You may be strong and count on life
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| But when the night is young, the strong resolve to fight.
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| We carry questions through the night,
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| When all the answers are denied.
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| We carry questions through the night,
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| When all the answers are denied.
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| Sometimes I sit and wonder of all the fucked up things in this life,
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| I can’t pretend I’m right, so I stay and fight.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey,
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| The strong resolve to fight.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey,
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| The strong resolve to fight.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey,
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| The strong resolve to fight.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey,
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| The strong resolve to fight |