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Strung Out |
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Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues |
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Wrong Side Of The Tracks |
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Tell me what you want from me, |
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cause I don't know exactly |
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what you want me to be |
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There's no place left for me |
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to go now so why don't you |
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come kick me around for |
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a while |
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Down here you won't see me cryin' |
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ain't got no time for that |
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I've planned a million ways to |
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sacrifice myself now |
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Seems every time I try to gain a |
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little ground-I wind up right back |
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Where I never thought I'd be |
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down here it feels |
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alright |
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Plenty of time |
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to find another way, |
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self-destruction's the only way |
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I know how to |
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Maybe another time, maybe another |
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day, I'll be strong enough to leave |
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this place behind me |
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like a clown I'll raise my glass |
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to the sky and toast another night |
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Serenadin' my reflection |
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Plenty of time to find another |
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way to seize the day without this bottle |
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of redemption |
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So tonight I'll stumble my way |
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home, maybe tomorrow I'll find |
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myself a job |
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but tonight I got the moon |
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and the stars I got a song in |
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my head and a pocket full of nothin' |
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Well I got no plans got |
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no peace of mind |
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I gotta find a way outta here |
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Took a little more than I gave |
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away |
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Now it's up to me to get up and |
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try to get it right |