| Starvation and nymphomaniacs
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| Bored of life and the things that are in it
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| Short term, let’s spend to be content
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| Fuck, broke up and live in the moment
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| I won’t be here tomorrow
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| Indifferent to the unborn sorrow
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| It’s your time from which we borrow
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| Often witted promises are hollow
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| You’ve done, we leave nothing for you
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| Long term there’s nothing you can do
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| Chase pain, then tell them who you are
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| Ambition that drivs us all too far
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| I won’t be here tomorrow
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| Indiffrent to the unborn sorrow
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| It’s your time from which we borrow
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| Often witted promises are hollow
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| Dead heat, we can’t lose it too fast
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| No value, no it doesn’t need to last
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| What’s left of the waste we throw away
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| Why expend either law that we obey
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| I won’t be here tomorrow
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| Indifferent to the unborn sorrow |
| It’s your time from which we borrow
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| Often witted promises are hollow
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me
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| I don’t see what’s in it for me |