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Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall. |
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Overworked and now I'm all used up |
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This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside |
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Overworked and now I'm all used up |
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Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high |
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They fill up as I bottom out |
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Steering wheels watch them driving with someplace to go |
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I'd steer myself, but I don't have a route. |
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Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand. |
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While the TV trays wasted Summer days, slowly slippin' away |
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But you're so little, Hell, the days are slow, and I'm down inside |
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I'll have to go you're so little, Hell, when months are slow, and I'm down inside |
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Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall |
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Overworked and now I'm all used up. |
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This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside |
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Overworked and now I'm all used up |
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Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand. |
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While the TV trays wasted Summer days, slowly slippin' away |
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But you're so little, Hell, the days are slow, and I'm down inside |
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I'll have to go you're so little, Hell, when years are slow, and I'm down inside |
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I'm down inside, I'm down inside, I'm down inside. |