| Do you need a change? |
| Like a new pair of running shoes
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| To make a quick escape before this place fucking kills you
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| We’re all hypocrites and half-assed liars
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| Lonely freaks with hearts on fire
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| They burn so bright we have to hide behind our daily lies
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| 'Cause you toss and turn every night
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| You made it thru the day but something just ain’t right
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| As you try to balance on the edge of living
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| Right and wrong blur to grey
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| You start the day with nothing good to say
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| Never thought you be this way
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| So scared of growing old
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| Friend hold on do you need a break?
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| (Slow down this manic pace
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| Smash a fucking plate
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| It’ll make you feel much better)
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| From these shitty jobs and mold houses
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| Broken bones and overdoses
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| The fact that we survive at all is kind of a surprise
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| 'Cause you toss and turn every night
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| You made it thru the day but something just ain’t right
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| As you try to balance on the edge of living
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| Right and wrong blur to grey
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| You start the day with nothing good to say
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| Never thought you be this way
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| So scared of growing old
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| Old friend hold on
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| If nothing than to this song
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| Old friend stay strong
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| Take what you need and move on |