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Right your wrongs, empty your lungs, you got shit, shit out of luck. |
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Were you expecting glory, regailing stories of the pretty girls you've fucked? |
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It's no cause for alarm, you're just falling apart and that's allright. |
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So, lock your doors and ask yourself what you're whining for? |
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You've got four walls and bed, |
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So everything you hoped I'ld say is a mystery to me. |
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You've got four walls and a bed, so deal with it. |
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You've got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin, |
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So by all means, spit and bleed. |
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We could just piss and moan till we're drunk and lonely, |
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Sleep, consume, repeat, |
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But come on BE REAL! |
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Be a fool, but be my friend |
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Do you need to get away? |