| Woke up with a bend in the brain
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| Stretching out with a cup of coffee
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| My muscles ache from days ago
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| Yawn and stretch up towards the sky
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| Zoning out while making breakfast
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| Just spinning straight into adult oblivion
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| Their best years couldn’t put a dent in my worst ones
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| Even if they tried
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| Doing the best I can to make a living off the land
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| Can’t stop the future
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| So I mean I ditched the bandana
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| Got a haircut, wore a clean shirt
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| Signed up for night classes
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| Got adult braces
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| Tried to sort that shit out straight
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| Thirty-five and still alive
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| I’m spinning straight into adult oblivion
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| Their best years couldn’t put a dent in my worst ones
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| Even if they tried
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| Doing the best I can to make a living off the land
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| Can’t stop the future
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| We’re just holy punks in a burning church
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| We’re all just holy punks in a burning church
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| Burning church
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| Burning church
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| Burning church
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| Burning church
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| Their best years couldn’t put a dent in my worst ones
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| Even if they tried
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| Doing the best I can to make a living off the land
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| Can’t stop the future
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| Doing the best, doing the best I can
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| Doing the best
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| I’m doing the best I can
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| Doing the best
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| I’m doing the best I can |