| We’re up to our eyeballs, in half a million problems
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| Piranhas come calling and tear the flesh right off us
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| I woke up this morning, with three bears in my porridge
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| With no good news in paper, no let up in the weather
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| I live for the weekend, a bowl to put my keys in
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| I hide my desires, so you won’t kick me out the gang
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| How can you see with the sun in your eyes?
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| How do you know when you’re feeling low?
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| It takes you over, it takes you on
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| One stop, ten years, I was young when I first got here, now Im sick,
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| I can’t breath
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| I love her, I hate her, I couldn’t live without her
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| I think I might kill her so no one else can have her
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| I would turn to drink but I just don’t have the stomach
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| I’m F. Scott Fitzgerald without the money or the wife
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| How can you see with the sun in your eyes?
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| How do you know when you’re feeling low?
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| It takes you over, it takes you on
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| One stop, ten years, I was young when I first got here, now Im sick,
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| I can’t breath
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| And all I see is a brick wall, just another mother-fucking brick wall
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| Its all there, its all there, and its never going to go |