| A fear of this dying man
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| How will I look without my make-up
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| When people speak their final words to me
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| I forgot to call my mom
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| Please, have her call her troops back
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| Before things fall apart entirely
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| Let somebody know
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| They say we waste our lives
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| I guess we’ll know when our bodies surrender
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| Anxiety has been building up for as long as we can remember
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| They say that if there was a prize for most pathetic we would win that cup
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| Oh, as things are now the red light district feels like love
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| As I hear the last call
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| I find myself fighting in the streets
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| Just to get it off my things to do list
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| I forgot to call my mom
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| I should give her some money back
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| Before things fall apart entirely
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| They say we waste our lives
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| I guess we’ll know when our bodies surrender
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| Anxiety has been building up for as long as we can remember
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| They say that if there was a prize for most pathetic we would win that cup
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| Oh, as things are now the red light district feels like love
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| They say we waste our lives
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| I guess we’ll know when our bodies surrender
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| Death to anyone who’ll stand in the way as I try to defend her
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| They say that if there was a prize for most pathetic we would win that cup
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| Oh, just like that the red light district feels like love
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| Like love the river runs back |