| Another day I’m stuck here, another day goes by
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| Another day I ask myself: why do I even try
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| These shitheads all around me? |
| They poke and prod and pry
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| Sometimes I wish that I’d just…
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| Die!
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| Tucker: Oh, come on, Church. |
| Your life’s not that bad
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| Caboose: Yeah! |
| Plus you already died once
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| Church: And whose fault was that, Caboose?
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| Caboose: Tucker did it
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| Tucker: Sheila did it!
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| Sheila: I would rather not get involved in this
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| Church: All of you shut up! |
| You want to know about my life? |
| I’ll tell you
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| My 9 to 5 is filled with misery
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| My girlfriend’s always such a bitch to me
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| I think my death count’s pushing three
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| I just don’t get how this is hard to see
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| And as I lie awake at night?
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| I. Just. |
| Want. |
| To. |
| DIE!
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| Tucker: Oh please! |
| You’re overly dramatic
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| Doc: You’re clearly, asymptomatic
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| Sheila: Your life is hardly, that traumatic
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| Caboose: But your girlfriend is half aquatic…
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| Church: Y’know, I think I change my mind. |
| I, wish, you’d, all, DIE!
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| No, really, guys- shut up
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| I had a whole song planned
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| Shut up! |
| Shut up! |
| Just shut the fuck up!
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| Living here’s not going well!
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| This canyons my detention cell!
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| I feel the need to scream and yell!
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| I wish that you’d all BURN IN HELL!
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| Oh, oh, and it gets worse! |
| I have been to jury duty 37 times! |
| I always get the
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| middle seat on flights! |
| Last year, no one wished me happy birthday!
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| Fuck all of you! |
| Fuck everyone! |
| And fuck this fucking song! |