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Pressing on about our business |
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Comfort is getting too expensive |
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Hot-shots for the pigeons with a death sentence |
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You're something like a pistol |
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That's been polished bright |
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But if it never leaves the holster |
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It can never save your life |
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I need a meaning I can get behind |
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A better message to subscribe to |
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Set sun I'm an hour older |
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Mile markers punctuate the shoulder |
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Harboring delusions of grandeur |
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You're something like a canvas |
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That's been stretched and primed |
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You could become something priceless |
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Or you could be a waste of time |
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I need a meaning I can get behind |
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A better message to subscribe to |
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This is the best time to be alive |
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If you consider where complaining gets you |
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We're living much too |
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We're living much too comfortably for me |
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Keep drifting, keep drifting aimlessly |
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Stay with me |
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And we'll stay busy |
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On endless trips to anywhere |
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To end up where we'll be |
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I need a meaning I can get behind |
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A better message to subscribe to |
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This is the best time to be alive |
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If you consider where complaining gets you |