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Minutes, running down the drain |
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This is where our lives go |
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This is where we stay |
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In a job that really pays |
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So much like the first step |
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Maybe just a misstep |
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Maybe just a phase, just a phase |
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What am I supposed to do? <i> |
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Take a Dramamine for nausea |
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Another pill for the broken bones |
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And the ringing in my head now |
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Sounds just like the telephone |
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So it's over-complicated |
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A shame so shoved aside |
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Like the broken years |
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I've waited |
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And the emptiness inside |
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What am I supposed to do? <i> |
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Take one more on the chin |
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Grow a somewhat thicker skin |
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Let the scars all fade away |
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Like the promise of today |
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And when the sky falls down |
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I hope you're still around |
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And everything keeps changing, but |
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I won't be around! |
