| Sitting in the hallway
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| Drinking another coffee
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| Well I’m sure I’ve never been sure of anything
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| Another fucking bus trip
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| Reminds me I’m unhappy
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| Well I’m sure I’ve never been sure of anything
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| It’s alright mum I’m not doing heaps of drugs
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| I’m just shaking a bit
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| I’m probably not sleeping enough
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| And it’s alright dad
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| I’m don’t worry about the house, it’s a fucking mess
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| But I’ll keep it a while
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| Are we the next screw ups?
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| Am I the next come up?
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| Well I’m too young to ever really care for anything
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| I don’t feel at home here, no
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| I don’t know if I ever will
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| I’m too young to ever really care for anything
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| Well I’ve never been sure of anything
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| Except the truth that I’m not sure of anything
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| And there’s no such thing as home
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| It’s just a feeling and a place where I belong
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| Well I’ve never been sure of anything
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| Except the truth that I’m not sure of anything |