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Yeah, i guess i think too much |
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I'm so stressed, my head is numb |
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That's why it's hard for me to breathe |
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All i here is what you want |
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I wouldn't care but it's all i've got |
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I only wish that i could breathe |
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Sometimes this world's too hard for me |
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And i gotta breathe, and i gotta bleed |
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And i gotta die that's what i need |
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When i look around this place |
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And see the empty look on everybodys face |
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Then i know there's nothing to believe |
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Rock and rolls begun to say |
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There's nothing punk on the air waves |
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So i guess i'll do a fucking soda commercial |
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Or i'll sound just like the sixties |
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What will work for them surely will work for me |
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And i'm giving up on music as an art form |
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Sometimes this world's too hard for me |
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And i gotta breathe, and i gotta bleed |
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And i gotta die that's what i need |
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When i look around this place |
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And see the empty look on everybodys face |
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Then i know there's nothing to believe |
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I think i just need some fresh air |
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I think i just need some fresh air |
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Sometimes this world's too hard for me |
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And i gotta breathe, and i gotta bleed |
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And i gotta die that's what i need |
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When i look around this place |
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And see the empty look on everybodys face |
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Then i know there's nothing to believe |
