| Saturday night’s a lie, I follow every cue
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| Sunday is sanctified, I smile and take the pew
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| Monday it’s back to school — am I learning? |
| Not at all
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| Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I just crawl
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| Gotta fight, gotta stop living a lie
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| Gotta fall, gotta lay down and die
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| Gotta stand and run to the other side
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| Gotta live or it’s murder by pride
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| Seeds that were growing have been dried up by my flesh
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| I walk the walk and talk the talk but where’s the rest
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| I could have everything even what’s behind the stars
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| But I built my prison without windows, without bars
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| Gotta fight, gotta stop living a lie
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| Gotta fall, gotta lay down and die
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| Gotta stand and run to the other side
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| Gotta live or it’s murder by pride
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| Gotta fight, gotta stop living a lie
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| Gotta fall, gotta lay down and die
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| Gotta stand and run to the other side
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| Gotta live or it’s murder by pride |