| Wake up
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| It was just a feeling
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| He was emptying the coffers
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| While I was staring at the ceiling
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| Washed up
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| Or what you wanna call it
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| Popping the good shit
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| With the boys at the office
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| How bout it?
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| On the verge of poverty
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| And a full blown meltdown
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| I’m still a loser and always will be
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| So why change now?
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| Fucked up
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| Oh who cares anyway?
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| With one foot in the gutter
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| And the other in the grave, I was thinking
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| How long will self destruction be alluring?
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| It’s good for business and baby business is booming
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| Isn’t that a trip?
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| I’ll be sure to write it down
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| When I hit rock bottom
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| For all the people who love to fetishize problems
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| And to tell the truth
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| I fetishize them too
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| It’s pretty messed up, isn’t it?
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| And make no mistake
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| I know exactly what I’m doing
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| I’m just surprised the world isn’t sick
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| Of grown men whining like children
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| You shouldn’t take it so seriously
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| It’s just music after all
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| And half the crap I say is just
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| Things I’ve stolen from the bathroom walls
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| Of shitty venues across America
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| And I’m losing interest in self-help
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| Equally bored of feeling sorry for myself
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| It’s been a couple of days
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| Since I’ve had a full blown meltdown
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| But I’m still a loser and always will be
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| So why change now? |