| I recognize the symptoms, but I don’t know the cure
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| Your feelings are so useless, banging your head on the wall
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| Well I’ll improve your station, if I get half a chance
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| No overnight sensation, matters to you right now
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| Yeah it’s all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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| When I got time to kill, that’s when I get my fill
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| Livin' hand to mouth
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| The money it don’t come anymore
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| Well it never came too much anyway
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| We spread it here and we spread it there
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| Never worry about the next day
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| Oh these times they come and go
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| But I really don’t give a damn
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| C’est la vie and wish you well
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| Heading for the promised land
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| Yeah it’s all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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| When I got time to kill, that’s when I get my fill
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| Of livin' hand to mouth
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| I recognize the symptoms, but I don’t know the cure
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| Your feelings are so useless, banging your head out on the wall
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| Yeah it’s all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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| When I got time to kill, that’s when I get my fill
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| Yeah… |