| Latchkey children, so we don’t have to find a villain
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| Cause we’re bored and sleepy face down on a desk
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| Gotta backpack full of comics and a condom in my wallet
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| I don’t need another comment about not using it yet
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| But it’s o.k. |
| I’m gonna skip out early and cut through the lawn
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| To the cache of porno mags that we’ll read until dawn
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| I said «f**k you», I’m not mistaking your downtalk for sympathy
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| And it’s not true, your happy ending won’t come about like this
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| We’re like how. |
| You’re not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone
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| Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow
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| Focus all my vision on the uncoming collision for a second
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| Then I put it right back out of my mind
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| And I’ll be sleeping at the neighbours with six dollars and a skateboard
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| I’ll be working on the same trick, can I pull it this time?
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| And I get such guilt to chew, I’ll chew it over
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| All the things we didn’t do, I’ll do it over
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| And if you let me I won’t screw it up again
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| I probably will, I probably will, I probably will
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| I said «f**k you», I’m not mistaking your downtalk for sympathy
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| And it’s not true, your happy ending won’t come about like this
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| We’re like how… You're not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone
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| Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow
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| I mighta had something back then
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| But it all fell apart from the end to the start
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| The chip on my shoulder ain’t got any older or harder to hold
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| I might just need a break, but this world keeps spinning, world keeps spinning
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| All of this constant motion keeps me from winning, keeps me from winning
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| You better get here cause the keg might start to float
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| «No we got a long time… maybe…right?»
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| You’re not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone
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| Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow
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| I mighta had something back then
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| But it all fell apart from the end to the start
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| The chip on my shoulder ain’t got any older or harder to hold
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| We’re like cats that wander off and die… |