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Watch you, on the one's and two's |
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Through a window in a well lit room |
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Become a recluse |
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And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help |
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And when I wake up, you're the first to call |
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This is one more late night basement song |
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And I'm so sore, my voice has gone to hell |
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and this is one more sleepless night |
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Because we don't believe in filler baby |
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If I could I'd sit this out |
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This is a lesson in procrastination |
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I kill myself because I'm so frustrated |
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And every single second that I put it off |
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Means another lonely night I got to race the clock |
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What say we go and crash your car? |
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And every time I leave you go and lock the door |
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So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder |
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I'm another day late and one year older |
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It's failure by design |
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And we just want sleep, but this night is hell |
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I'm sick and sunk |
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And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help |
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I got no gas,I'm winding out my gears |
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This is one more day on the verge of tears |
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And now my head hurts and my health is a joke |
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And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke |
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we don't believe in filler |
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Baby, if I could I'd sit this out |
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This is a lesson in procrastination |
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I kill myself because I'm so frustrated |
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And every single second that I put it off |
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Means another lonely night I got to race the clock |
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What say we go and crash your car? |
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And every time I leave you go and lock the door |
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So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder |
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I'm another day late and one year older |
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It's failure by design |
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I'm out of everything |
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No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves |
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It's late, I'm faltering |
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but this time I got nothing to say besides |
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Do do do, do do do (Baby I'm better than this) |
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This is a lesson in procrastination |
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I kill myself because I'm so frustrated |
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And every single second that I put it off |
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Means another lonely night I got to race the clock |
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What say we go and crash your car? |
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And every time I leave you go and lock the door |
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So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder |
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I'm another day late and one year older |
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It's failure by design |
