| I wanna say I’m tired but I’m fuckin bored
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| I need to get myself away
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| Change my name and find a place to call my own
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| And live alone until my dying day
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| I’m running out of reasons to be in this game
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| I know my heart don’t pay my way
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| I’m drowning in the bullshit and the constant drone
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| Of all the talking when there’s nothing to say
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| A lot of talking when there’s nothing to say
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| And another dream gets broken
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| The battle marches on
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| To mother nature’s ruin
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| What side are you on?
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| Give me something I can feel
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| Give me people I can trust
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| As I sit back with my poker face
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| And I crumble into dust
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| I’m running on the fine line love and hate
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| They’re diggin up the seeds I’ve sown
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| Everywhere I turn another someone to pay
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| Another step I take away from home
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| I’m looking for a hope like a needle in hay
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| A soul amongst the body parts
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| I threw away your letters seven years too late
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| They were a plaster on a broken heart
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| A dirty plaster on a broken heart
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| And that’s another dream that’s broken
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| What you want from life has gone
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| So where you gonna stand girl?
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| What side are you on?
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| Give me something I can feel
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| Give me people I can trust
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| As I sit back with my poker face
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| And I crumble into dust
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| Give me something that is real
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| Give me people that I love
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| As I sit back with my poker face
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| And I crumble into dust
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| To dust
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| To dust
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| To dust
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| Give me something I can feel
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| Give me people I can trust
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| Give me something that is real
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| As I crumble into dust
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| Give me something I can feel
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| Give me people that I love
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| Give me something that is real
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| As I crumble into dust |