| Content to be a failure cuz you’ve never even tried
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| You tell me to abandon hope — It’s useless, I’m alive!
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| Maturity’s no virtue in my sardonic dream
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| How could this world abide me when it can’t hear me scream?
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| I’m not your instant breakfast
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| I won’t be your Sunday fool
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| My life’s a feeling frenzy
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| No, I’m alive
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| Yeah, I’ll survive
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| I can’t explain the politics of your affair
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| You call me immature, but hey man, I don’t care
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| But now I can see what it is that you do fear
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| Oh yeah, to me it’s yourself is what’s so unclear
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| Leave me life, diffuse this mortal coil
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| To you I leave this final thought
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| My spirit’s body, your spoil
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| No, I’m alive
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| Yeah, I’ll survive
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| I will not fight this
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| I pray for numbness evermore
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| I will not fight this
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| I will not pick my body off the floor
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| My hanging tree is blooming with the coming of the Yule
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| I always thought a crucifix was something wicked cruel
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| Dimension of insanity — a never ending race
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| With elder gods descending out of time and out of space
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| I will not fight this
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| I pray for numbness evermore
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| I will not fight this
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| I will not pick my body off the floor
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| Holidays are strange things
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| We’re hanging things
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| Holidays are strange things |