| Because your job sucks and life’s a mess
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| And living day to day
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| Plastic people, phony smiles
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| Sometimes you wanna make them pay
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| Surrended to the grindstone
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| Your complacent and obey
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| You can’t help but someday think will it always be this way?
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| As the past gets blurry and memories start to fade
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| You figure out what matters most, and is here to stay
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| Your life is what you make it, that’s what wise men say
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| Raise the glass, and say the toast
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| «Here's to the better days»
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| Now that you’re a zombie and joined the living dead
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| The dead corps tell you what to think
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| And who you are my friend
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| SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
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| Get use to your bad choices, you’ll live them everyday
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| Another spirit broken, with many wasted days
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| Closer to the deep end, hanging by the throat
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| Better take your last breath, or lose it all my friend
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| Set that alarm, grit your teeth
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| And walk among the dead
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| Welcome to the dead corps
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| This is your dead end
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| SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! |