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I could sleep for days |
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Given half the chance |
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But I'm not in dreamland now |
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Reality avalanche |
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In a way I'm in waste-management |
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I cover shit up, cover shit up |
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Pretend it never happened |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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But I perish the thought |
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No idea is natural |
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We're born, we age, we die trying |
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Slowly rotting beneath the surface |
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Waiting to burst with rage |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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But I perish the thought |
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And I perish |
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I perish The thought |
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And I perish |
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I perish The thought |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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It could be worse |
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I could be you |
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I could be you |
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I could be you |
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I could be you |
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I could be you |
