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You find yourself pitched, drained to a pit |
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Of whatever that crushes you |
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Usually there's someone up top |
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With what looks like some rope, it's not |
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It's just for appearance |
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They'd make it with twine |
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But didn't have time |
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Too busy planning their outfits |
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To prove them a hero |
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They hold you down 'til they break your will |
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Everybody is taking pills |
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There's all this pity we give out of sequence |
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Let's just have a party, it's far more convenient |
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All of the guests have arrived too early |
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There's not enough sympathy to go around |
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I should have had it catered |
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The excuses are stocked |
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The snacks aren't your fault and are certain |
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Regardless of what you want to eat |
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Take a dip in the pool |
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The sorrows feel fine and besides |
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They'll drown you eventually |
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We'll all have some whine |
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And feel conscious of time, existentially |
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And look down our noses |
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To those we find simpler |
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They hold you down 'til they break your will |
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Everybody is taking pills |
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There's all this pity we give out of sequence |
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Let's just have a party, it's far more convenient |
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What are we supposed to do |
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Until then |
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Seriously |
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Ugh |
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You put so much effort in forms |
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Pitch curves, depths and nobody notices |
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Let yourself slip, make a mess |
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Harm, break and suddenly |
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Everyone's watching you |
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It's not your fault |
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It's just conditioning |
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We all love a good wreck, I know I do |
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We'll stop and stare |
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Watch them peeled out |
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We all love a good wreck, I know I do |
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I'll have one, right now |
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They hold you down 'til they break your will |
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Everybody is taking pills |
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There's all this pity we give out of sequence |
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They hold you down 'til they break your will |
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Everybody is taking pills |
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There's all this pity we give out of sequence |
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Let's just have a party, it's far more convenient |
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How are we suppose to arrive |
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If memory was already there, yeah |
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How are we suppose to survive |
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If memory was already there, yeah |
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How are we suppose to arrive |
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If memory was already there, yeah |
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How are we suppose to survive |
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If memory was already there |
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How are we suppose to survive |
