| Stuck in this stupid hell hole from 9 to 5
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| Chasing my dreams to survive
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| Now I’m sure to you this seems like just a fantasy
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| Some might say that I woke up
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| On the wrong side of the bed
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| Rather feel a barrel to my head
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| Than to fake contentment
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| But I could care less if you get this
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| 'Cause by now I’m breaking out
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| I just stopped pretending that there’s more for me
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| Within these four white walls than my misery
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| No matter what they say they can’t control my brain
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| 'Cause I still reserve the right to dream and breathe
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| You let your lies cut through blue eyes
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| And they bought it all right down to the bated breath
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| That you seem to hold
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| But by now this game is getting old
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| And you can’t hide the fact you’ve got no spine
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| But with this lit match and kerosene I clearly draw the line
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| Stand back and watch this burn to the ground
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| You shook off all my warnings like you never heard a sound
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| But I could care less if you get this
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| 'Cause by now I’m breaking out
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| We don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way
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| To cross the Atlantic Ocean
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| It never seemed so far away
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| I said we don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way
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| To cross the Atlantic Ocean
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| It never seemed so far away |