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Idle hands and bridled passions |
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Muddled thoughts with good intentions |
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And don't you know there are things far worse than that? |
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I used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations |
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And analyze my feelings for things in similar ways |
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This may be the finest thing |
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The finest thing i've found to date |
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But the bed is where i'd be all day if given half a chance |
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I used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle |
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And sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day |
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And still i maintain this grudge for people 'cause' they're not like me |
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And there are several things that i think rank far worse than that |
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I used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons |
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And kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and i thought i had it made |