| It’s Saturday, I’m skulling champagne
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| I’ve got nothing to lose, I’ve got nothing to gain!
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| I’m dead like the streets in the ghost town by night
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| But I have never ever felt so alive!
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| Like headless chickens we’re running around
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| Dancing around a golden calf
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| A total mess of happiness and recklessness
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| Occupied my mind
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| Gotta find a way to make it through the day
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| I’m so homesick I could die
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| On the road with no future to no destiny
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| As I watch my years pass by
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| It’s Sunday night, I’m sipping cheap wine
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| Reading «Crime and Punishment» for the second time
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| Not to entertain me, I’m just looking for a sign
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| In a desperate hope, to find some peace of mind
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| 'Cause I’ve been running around since 1999
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| And I have lost my faith a million times
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| I’m on a mission I don’t understand
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| Like a lost pilgrim searching for the holy land
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| All that I know — is that I know nothing, know nothing at all!
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| Am I supposed to be unhappy, just lying on the floor?
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| I ain’t got no home in this world anymore
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| Gotta find a way to make it through the day |
| I’m so homesick I could die
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| On the road with no future to no destiny
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| As I watch my years pass by |