| So save up your dusty pennies
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| And pack all of the things you know you’ll lose
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| Remember things might get heavy
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| Try harder to think of an excuse
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| Of why your own bed is really
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| A knot away from tying a noose
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| Save it. |
| I’m done already
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| On and on and on and on
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| So long. |
| My lungs are black and full
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| Of useless excuses I’ve come to know
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| We’ve come to carve out our hole
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| We’re here to ensure that you’ve expired
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| From this wretched dust pool
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| And piss on the everlasting fire
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| Commonplace casualties, we
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| Breathe heavier every passing day
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| The stories we tell so fondly
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| Keep us awake!
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| So long. |
| My lungs are black and full
|
| Of useless excuses I’ve come to know
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| So long. |
| I’ve cut the cord and pull-ull-ulled
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| The blanket down over the world you know
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| Try harder to think of something
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| A reason to remain standing still
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| A reason to throw it all away!
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| Try harder to think of an excuse
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| Try harder to think of what you do!
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| Try harder to think of why you wouldn’t just see it through!
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| Try harder, yeah!
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| So long. |
| My lungs are black and full
|
| Of useless excuses I’ve come to know
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| So long. |
| I’ve cut the cord and pull-ull-ulled
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| The blanket down over the world you know |