| I’ve been here a while now
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| Serving my time
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| Watching the clock run down
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| Waiting
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| Holding my anger down
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| I fought for a long while
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| I tried to make good
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| For all of the things, i’d done
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| But I know your trust in me
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| Can never be rebuilt
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| I can dress up like a family man
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| But you know that suit never quite fit
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| And I can’t afford to have you staring at my back
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| I could move across the world and you would
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| Still be here
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| (Yes)
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| Waiting
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| Counting every day
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| So I’m burning the whole thing down
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| This home…
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| It’s a prison cell
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| So I’m burning the whole thing down
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| We are a virus
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| We’re a product of bad luck
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| We scream our way into existence
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| Nine months after someone else gets fucked
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| Death as an option is a comforting idea
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| Continuing in misery is something we do mostly out of fear
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| We are malignant, there’s no intelligent design
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| We’re a cancer feeding violently
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| Upon the flesh of that which gives us life
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| Death as an ending is a comfort to keep in mind
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| We forget that waking up each day is just a habit
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| We can choose to die
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| I’ve been waiting my entire life |