| The clock is ticking and my shelf life is up.
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| Wrong side of the tracks, wrong side of the fence.
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| Wrong thing that I lack, I lack the common sense.
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| My life!
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| Yeah, this is all I know.
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| And I’ve got no time
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| I’ve got no mind
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| I’ve got nowhere to go.
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| Can’t live in your world of the 9−5
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| You’ll get your 15 minutes and I’ll have my full life.
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| My life!
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| And this is all I know.
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| And I’ve got no time.
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| I’ve got no mind.
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| I’ve got nowhere to go.
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| Career tests all came back: inconclusive
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| All that I gave give is a half-assed attempt
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| At being like you. |
| I’m not normal like you.
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| There’s nothing I can say that I haven’t said 5,000 times
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| You’ve got your way to live and I’ve got mine
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| There’s nothing to say. |
| I’ve said it 15,000 times
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| Kiss it goodnight. |
| Kiss me goodbye.
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| You think it never hurts? |
| All the confusion.
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| All the itches in my nerves. |
| All the hate in my blood.
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| My blood!
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| This isn’t what I need.
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| Occupational society won’t put my mind at ease.
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| The clock is ticking and my shelf life is up.
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| All bets have been placed for when the wheel’s gonna stop.
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| So stop!
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| 'Cause this what I need.
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| This is life
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| And this is love
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| And this is my release.
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| Pains my soul to separate like this.
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| I guess that’s how it is. |
| I’ll leave myself to mine.
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| Our paths can’t cross now. |
| I wish I had one more chance now.
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| There’s nothing I can say that I haven’t said 5,000 times
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| You’ve got your way to live and I’ve got mine
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| There’s nothing to say. |
| I’ve said it 15,000 times
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| Kiss it goodnight. |
| Kiss me goodbye.
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| It’s been a year or two since we’ve communicated
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| So don’t tell me you’re one for me to trust/believe in.
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| I believe nothing. |
| I will not trust anyone again.
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| Anyone again.
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| I’ve said it 15,000 times.
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| My brain is twitching and I still can’t give up.
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| I’ve run far off course, and I’m never gonna stop.
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| This clock’s stopped ticking. |
| Sorry I got no more shelf life for ya, baby.
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| The time bomb’s ticking, I’ll commence blowing up.
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| I’ve been blow to hell, but I’ve still got much love
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| (Even though) you won’t love me once I’m washed up.
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| I’m all washed up and I can’t trust no one.
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| I can’t trust anyone these days.
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| Sign your line on the dotted name:
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| «I claim responsibility for my own life»
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| and set me free.
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| Now I’ll look out for me me me
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| That’s just what everyone else does.
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| You see much happier than me
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| Don’t count on that for long 'cause I’m leaving the baggage right here.
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| And I’m doing my best not to care. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disappointment at the Taco Bell , by - The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Song from the album Three Cheers for Disappointment, in the genre Альтернатива