| Waking up to bills that scare you back to bed
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| Got mold in the walls but the janitor don’t give a damn
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| But it’s okay, drag the curtains down again
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| Falling away, and you wake up to the rain
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| People seem to hate the things they don’t understand
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| So they talk behind your back but you don’t give a damn
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| And it’s okay, drag the curtains down again
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| Falling away, and you wake up to the rain
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| Smashing your window
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| You’re down in limbo
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| The taste of blood, when everybody strive towards the top
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| Does anybody know what’s on the top
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| Or do we all just care about all the buzz
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| You’ve always been to honest to keep anyone around
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| Still convinced you’re a pretty decent person
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| And it’s okay, drag the curtains down again
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| Falling away, and you wake up to an early monday
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| Smashing your pillow
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| You’re down in limbo
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| The taste of blood, when everybody strive towards the top
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| Does anybody know what’s on the top
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| Or do we all just care about all the buzz
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| It’s okay, drag the curtains down again
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| Falling away, someday you learn to love the rain |
| And people will feel crippled
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| When you rise up from the limbo
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| The taste of blood, when everybody strive towards the top
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| Do we all just care about all the buzz |