| I was bored as fuck
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| Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff
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| Like if anyone I’ve slept with is dead and I got stuck
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| On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won’t let up
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| It makes me feel like I’m about to throw up
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| I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines
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| While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene
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| And back in the city I was on a tear
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| High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street
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| Passed out on the bus ride
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| I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten
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| Everybody was sleeping in
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| Mom and Dad were smoking weed in the attic again
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| I said, «I don’t know what you want me to say»
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| I stood by watching as your world went up in flames
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| When you tried everything but the feeling stays the same
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| You had it all, you pissed it away
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| I don’t know what you want me to say
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| 'Cause back in the city I was on a tear
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| You had it all, you pissed it away
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| Back in the city without a care
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| I still dream about you time and time again
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| While I’ve been sleeping in somebody else’s bed
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| And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did |