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I'm all out of money and i feel like a fool |
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Kicking myself cause i wish i never |
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Dropped out of school |
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Signed up with the band |
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Just a bunch of drunks i can't stand |
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We're half way to hell and steven's at it again |
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The vans out of gas |
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And i think scott's suffering malnutrition |
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My man's looking thin |
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Now you've gone and done it my friend |
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Now there's no where to go |
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Just a feeling that everything's over |
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And though nothing's the same |
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Nothing changes and nothing gets any better |
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With no purpose in life |
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There's no reason for going on sober |
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It's just about all that i can fake |
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All i get is angry letters breaking my balls |
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I'm telling you man we spent three weeks |
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Waiting in klamath falls as motel guests |
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Swimmin in midges and old milwaukee's best |
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I can't run from the feeling |
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That everyone's taking advantage |
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Bent over and squealing |
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The world takes a ride on my swollen backside |
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And this bus load of morons |
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Is more than my small mind can manage |
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Its just about all that i can take |
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Drinkin and smokin and getting the spins |
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Shaking and puking |
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I think scott's o d ing on minithins |
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Repenting his sins |
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This is my life and these are my friends |
