| Well I’m trying to be patient
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| But the wheels keep turning round
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| But it’s a treadmill and I just dragging my feet
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| I’m so tired of everything
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| Defeated by routine
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| By words that don’t mean anything to me At least not anymore now that I’m done…
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| with a morning of a day without ending
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| A year of decadence to escape from penance
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| But I’ve suffered. |
| I’m over it, yeah
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| I’m fine now, but I’m sick of it
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| I was happy being miserable
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| I used to lay down my head on the bar
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| And raise one lonely finger for a drink
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| It doesn’t have to be so difficult
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| just keep coasting by so you lost a limb
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| Well hell it’ll heal with time
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| What happens when you love what you’ve lost?
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| You didn’t have to cut it off
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| But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have
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| I wonder if I could ever get it back…
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| to how it was when I still thought of love
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| as a risk I could take if I was willing to make
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| the commitment to rejection
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| and the mind games, the deception
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| The late nights under the covers
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| pointing the finger at whoever started
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| whatever we were fighting about
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| I guess that I’m fine now
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| everything’s better
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| everything’s cooled down
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| it’s all copesetic
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| We’ll move on, off to a better world
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| To a fresh start where anything’s possible
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| But I’m sick of it Yeah I’m sick of it
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| I’m so sick of it No, I’m sick of it no, no, no, no, no
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| I’m sick of it now
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| I’m just sick of it now
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| no, no, I am so sick of it no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no But he’s sick of it no, no, no, no |