| Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates situations into delusions
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| Rip apart the clouds and point fingers in my face
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| Shouting, «everything will stay the same until you change»
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| Dosed up and motivation-less today
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| Too tired to run, too sickly to stay
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| Cornered in a corner, it’s a place called everyday
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| This autopilot life, sawed off after the first couple branches
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| Pity doesn’t cut it, we can barley afford this
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| I cant afford your living wage
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| I can attempt to free this day and age
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| Too tired to run, too sickly to stay
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| Cornered in a corner, it’s a place called everyday
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| Fuck that!
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| I’m digging out!
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| I got a shovel and a future that says
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| I’m gonna be ok from now until it ends
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| I got a shovel and some paper that says
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| I’m gonna be ok from now until it ends
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| I got a shovel and a future that says
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| I’m gonna be ok from now until it ends
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| Until it ends! |