| You twenty-nine year panic attack
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| You’re not the fashionable kind
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| The kind where you wake up and say
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| «Man I just want to survive.»
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| But this world is short on empathy
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| You got out of your parent’s place
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| Started making money
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| Crashed your car and now they want your laces
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| And they gave you just enough
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| To make you feel like you fucked up
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| When you realized you couldn’t keep yourself clean
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| Kid you’re not half bad
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| Could even be more than your dad
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| So why’re you complaining
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| If they’re not listening?
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| 'Cause we’re just so fucking tired
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| Of explaining ourselves
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| We throw a pill down our throats
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| Or ourselves into the ocean
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| 'Cause half our friends are dead
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| The other half are depressed
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| In this budget rate life
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| The borderline’s looking thin
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| Driving out into the water
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| 'Cause you took that leap of faith
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| All I see is you floating
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| So I turn my stereo up
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| You’re living bender to bender
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| I only saw you when we were high
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| You’re finally touching down
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| And I’m folding
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| But you said «enough is not enough»
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| You always feel like you fucked up
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| So what’s the point of keeping yourself in line?
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| They won’t name you in the papers
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| I see you out past the breakers
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| That same smile you’ve had since you were five
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| 'Cause we’re just so fucking tired
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| Of explaining ourselves
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| We throw a pill down our throats
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| Or ourselves into the ocean
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| 'Cause half our friends are dead
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| The other half are depressed
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| In this budget rate life
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| The borderline’s looking thin
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| I know that life is long enough
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| Didn’t think you’d speed it up
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| Feel selfish that we still want you alive
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| The memorial wasn’t bad
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| Some people tried to understand
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| Thought you were complaining
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| But we weren’t listening
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| 'Cause we’re just so fucking tired
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| Of explaining ourselves
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| We throw a pill down our throats
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| Or ourselves into the ocean
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| 'Cause half our friends are dead
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| The other half are depressed
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| In this budget rate life
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| The borderline’s looking thin
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| So we throw ourselves into the ocean |