| When it all comes crashing down there’s
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| Nothing but a nosebleed
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| Another ugly night, another lost fight
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| Another time I’m scared I’ll lose my sight
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| Filled with foreboding senses of dread
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| About tomorrow feeling like pure death
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| Frittering my existence on senseless schemes
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| Reaching toward unattainable dreams
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| A sense of unity and false self-worth
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| Before we come crashing back down to Earth
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| We’re gonna change the state of this land
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| We’re gonna form a million bands
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| But all we got to show for ourselves is
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| Nothing but a nosebleed
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| We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
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| We’ll make this place a paradise
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| But when it all comes crashing down there’s
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| Nothing but a nosebleed
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| How can I sit here talking crap
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| With this seedy and rather sordid chap?!
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| I just met the guy but he’s my best mate
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| And it all comes down to the sorry state
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| That we’ve got ourselves into again
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| Free gifts from a stranger, fuck our friends
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| For now we’ll talk of elaborate schemes
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| Gibberish trite and mere pipe dreams
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| We’re gonna change the state of this land
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| We’re gonna form a million bands
|
| But all we got to show for ourselves is
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| Nothing but a nosebleed
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| We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
|
| We’ll make this place a paradise
|
| But when it all comes crashing down there’s
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| Nothing but a nosebleed |