| 10 O’clock sharp just like no other
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| Comin' out of bed in the tent so cannot suffer
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| I’m out-numbered, I know my days are numbered
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| Walkin' these streets in the only clothes I own
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| Never thought that friend there always hangin' with me
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| She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
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| Close my eye, the joy they vie from their disapproval
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| I am what I am and I’ll always be a fuckin' loser
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| No fiends with the change from the get-go
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| So if I let go, they’ll find me down in Mexico
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| I’m a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
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| She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
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| Suffer alone, I’m gettin' used to it
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| No-one will miss me when I’m gone
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| Suffer alone, I’m gettin' used to it
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| No-one will miss me when I’m gone
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| I’m a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
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| She will not miss that, I meant too much to me
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| I’m a flock, that friend there always hangin' with me
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| She will not miss that, I meant too much to me |