| Sweating buckets, shortness of breath
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| Job secure but there’s an itch i gotta scratch
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| Sensation’s post-vacation
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| Craving novel stimulation
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| No one asks or knows they should
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| Worst part is knowing if you asked them then they would
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| But your head’s down, and you’re nodding
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| Tell your reflection that it’s stalling
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| Always a chance that the plane’s going down
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| And you won’t get where you’re going
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| What all that daytime TV’s been telling you
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| Is spinning gears, no use, validating rumors
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| You don’t inspire me like you used to
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| You don’t inspire me like you used to
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| And i didn’t sign up for any of this
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| Well, you don’t inspire me like you used to do
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| Don’t inspire me like you used to do
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| «take more time out to note all the victories»
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| «yeah, but doc, imagine moving to the beach!
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| I don’t mean actually on the beach
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| But somewhere there’s ocean, at least, nearby
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| What a life that could be»
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| The envy of my former colleagues
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| Pictures of sunsets from branches of palm trees
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| Highways’d part on sight of the RV
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| I live in, what’s the limit?
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| Fleeting at best, and it fleeted away
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| Floor of the ashtray by the end of the day
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| Way home, lost the key to the lock on my lockbox
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| Rammed an elbow straight through a plate glass window
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| You don’t inspire me like you used to
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| You don’t inspire me like you used to
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| Oh, i didn’t sign up for any of this
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| Well, you don’t inspire me like you used to do
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| Don’t inspire me like you used to do
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| Don’t inspire me like you used to do
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| Never wonder how the story breaks down
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| The Story’s up to you
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| Never wonder how nor why you break down
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| It’s all a part of you |