| Patience, it’s not my virtue
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| When I feel the anger I want to shout
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| Hatred of everything
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| Call the cops when it’s time to let it out
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| Walking the streets when I can’t fall asleep
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| I’m still wondering what it is all about
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| Feeling defeat in every situation I meet
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| I can’t wait to give up and lie down on the ground
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| Try to fight it, but I can’t deny it
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| I can’t bring myself just to go back home
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| Don’t wanna stay here, but I can’t go back there
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| I’d rather be freezing than be all alone
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| Patience, it’s not my virtue
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| When I feel the anger I want to shout
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| Hatred of everything
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| Call the cops when it’s time to let it out
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| Walking the streets when I can’t fall asleep
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| I’m still wondering what it is all about
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| Feeling defeat in every situation I meet
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| I can’t wait to give up and lie down on the ground
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| Home is any place where you don’t have to carry the baggage you hold at all
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| It’s anywhere where you wake up and repeat the things that you’re told
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| It’s getting harder, quickly
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| Getting to the point of everyone
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| Realizing that we’ve based our whole lives
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| On something we once considered to be fun
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| Wait for the day, 'cause it’s coming fast
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| When you turn around and realize you’re the last |