| Seven years, I’m done with this
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| Living life from shift to shift
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| I need something else, think I’m losing myself
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| I need to cut through all my ties
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| And take responsibility for my entire life
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| Help me lift these heavy eyes
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| The sun rose at 8am today
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| It’s all the light I’ll see before I sleep
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| It’s all the light I’ll get this week
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| The graveyard shift is killing me
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| And I can’t help but sit and think
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| Will there ever be a day when I don’t have to
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| Make up some shit to say
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| If anything I did today even matters anyway
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| Just give me one more day
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| I’ll drop the act, try being selfless
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| Walk the Earth till I find purpose
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| I can’t remember the last time
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| I felt worthwhile
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| In this docile head trip
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| I can’t see me living like this
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| Another existential crisis
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| I need to get out on my own
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| The only reason I’m still home
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| A better man than me once said
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| That
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| Happiness
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| Is only real
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| When it’s shared |