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We sleep all day |
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And wonder where our lives have gone |
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Sneak into the night |
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And hope the lack of light will hide our flaws |
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Well we can bitch and we can moan |
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And we can curse the days we're born |
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Or we can scream and we can shout |
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And cast away the fear and doubt |
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That turns everything |
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Sour |
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But we can't change the pace the world spins around us |
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We can't change the pace the world spins around us |
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We break our backs and made to smile |
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Force-fed shit all hype and style |
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And like lonely bus stop women said |
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'Without poetry it's like we're dead' |
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Well we can bitch and we can moan |
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And all get sick with stress and existential dread |
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Or we can scream and we can shout |
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And cast the fear and doubt |
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That turns everything |
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Sour |
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But we can't change the pace the world spins around us |
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We can't change the pace the world spins around us |
