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I never thought I'd be so self-sufficient |
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I never thought I'd be a workaholic |
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I've been swallowed up and hollowed out |
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And now I have no peace of mind, no solace |
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Here comes the water works again |
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Some way to fill the Thames |
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One day I'll have some friends |
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Bills come, pocket full of lint |
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I'm hoping I can win some |
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I'm hoping I'll descend |
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And I go down, down, down, down, down |
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Wait for the crash and hit the ground |
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Free when I'm under pressure whether it's fight or win, sink or swim |
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I don't want be your blesser, I just want Vicodin, a minor sin |
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Just plain relief to carry me |
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I'm in free fall, free fall, free fall |
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Fall |
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Evidently nothing ever happens |
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And the world is made of businessmen |
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Everybody's wearing smart attire |
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So I'm in good company and then |
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Pay bills, money kills, no idea how I'm gonna get my next meal |
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Few skills, make a deal with the Devil if I wanna settle down, wanna bill |
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And you know mates, mister lonely, mister kiss ass for the check, I'm a phony |
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Use your bad taste, don't gold me, I'm already gone, you don't need to throw me |
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Free when I'm under pressure |
