| Umbrellas up, rain’s comin
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| I see the clouds gather above
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| I’m searching for the right words
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| But for me, that’s like tryna catch smoke
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| Like violence or violets, I know they both lead me to choke
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| My bad habits take over, and that’s all I know in my heart
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| I come when you call
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| I do what I’m told
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| You profit, I work
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| It’s so corporate and cold
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| The union’s a mess, I should be movin on
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| What good is a roof if it leaks in a storm?
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| It takes a lot to upset me
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| And I don’t hold much of a grudge
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| Far be it from me to police what you want
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| But it’s cruel to let boredom look so much like love
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| I walk into your headlights
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| Like moth and flame I know where to fly
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| Always telling myself things I didn’t buy
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| False salvation’s the worst lie
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| Excuses are cheap
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| But I’m paying the cost
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| You get what you want but you give nothing up
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| You’re still the noose but the shackles are off
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| Cut me loose babe I’ve had enough
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| I come when you call
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| I do what I’m told
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| You profit, I work
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| It’s so corporate and cold
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| The union’s a mess, I should be movin on
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| What good is a roof if it leaks in a storm?
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| It takes a lot to upset me
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| And i don’t hold much of a grudge
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| Far be it from me to police what you want
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| But it’s cruel to let boredom look so much like love |