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And I don't want to spend this |
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Friday night, like |
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I had to spend last |
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Friday night; dying by the record machine. |
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All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void. |
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There are so many things |
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I should be doing but |
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I don't, and |
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I don't change. |
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All day kerosene, all day |
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I play with matchbooks. |
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I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me. |
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Regret would require less arrogance. |
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I like my self on the following conditions: that |
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I'm better than the next guy at everything |
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I'm into. |
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And my looks are important if |
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I'm less sophisticated. |
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And my girlfriend's a bombshell and |
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I'm all she's ever dated. |
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And money's an object if it pays for my ego. |
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Power's the drug, and pride is the needle. |
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And it rips through my skin and goes into my blood stream. |
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I feel like laughing, |
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I feel like choking on it. |
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I don't want to spend this |
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Friday night picking fights by the record machine. |
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True, but not quite, that |
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I'm tired of the fantasy. |
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And I see the light, but the dark is so accommodating. |
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The worst mistake |
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I could make is watch you walking away. |
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Not that I know how to change |
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I do it just the same |
