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I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts, |
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Tucked in the back of my wallet, |
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I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston, |
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With a blank eye from the cashier, |
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for why it's torn and busted, up. |
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I remember that moment of silence, |
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I was at a mall in Norridge, |
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Shoppers stared at the ground, |
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The escalators went on smoke breaks, |
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Oh 1918, you've yet to see the worst of humans acting. |
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Maybe the future's just a little bit weirder, |
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Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear. |
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Life's a type of illness in remission, |
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Tucked under the weight of it all, |
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After a drink and we drove back drunk through the busy city streets. |
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I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak, |
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In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police. |
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And I hate the things that I know about you, |
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And all the horrible things that you do. |
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I don't want to be late for work today, |
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I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face, |
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Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone. |
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Oh yeah! |
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If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |
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If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |
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If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |
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If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |
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Oh yeah! |
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If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |
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If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair |
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I need a reason to reason with you. |