| Like, it’s, it’s impossible to count
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| One, two, three, four
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| Drinking cold, black coffee
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| I shake and shake, still won’t get off me
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| Another blissed out fantasy
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| Where animals and objects talk to me
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| Always try and hate it
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| But then you laugh, it sounds outrageous
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| Spend another day sleepwalking
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| Is this having fun?
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| Or is it just because?
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| Which one is jumping first
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| Off of the face of the earth?
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| You like beer and chocolate
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| I like setting off those bottle rockets
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| We can never compromise
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| But fighting 'til the death keeps us alive
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| Why don’t you stay
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| If you’re going to leave your car here anyway?
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| Spend another summer shit-talking
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| Is this having fun?
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| It’s not like the way it was
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| I thought that you loved this stuff
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| Or did I make that up?
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| Acting insane, playing it safe
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| I wasn’t sold on that plan anyways
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| Feeling afraid of making a change
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| Hoping to last another day
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| I want them to stop, the circular thoughts
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| Spinning a whirlpool of forget-me-nots
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| I gave what I got, it came as a shock
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| To find out I’m fine with what I’ve lost |