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So you got everything |
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(that you can count on one hand) |
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But your spirit grows weak |
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(and you feel like the better man) |
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You wanted it all, you like to play ball |
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But you know |
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Playing a role won't make you whole |
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No |
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The perfect mess you're in |
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It doesn't cost a thing |
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The perfect mess you've made |
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Shame |
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So a life in the breeze |
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(full of nothing you can recall) |
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It don't mean shit to me |
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(and your stories get boring and old) |
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Cheap kicks wear off no love is lost |
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And you go along for the ride |
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Keep what you find. |
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The perfect mess you're in |
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It doesn't cost a thing |
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The perfect mess you've made |
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Shame |
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Go on and disappear |
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yeh |
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Give and you take the more times you fake |
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Will leave you with a hole |
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That big wide space you know so well |
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theres nothing waiting for you |
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You had your chances a credit that you blew. |
