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I spent most of my days neither sleeping nor awake |
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Watching pointless documentaries on tornadoes and earthquakes, |
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Coffee keeps me going though It fuels my wandering mind |
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Wishing I was Kurt Cobain or Morrissey |
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It takes up most of my time, |
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It shows with me losing my voice, it always seems a chore |
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My faith in music slowly disappearing more and more |
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These tattoos on my hands are there for life |
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And the songs inside my head won't come out right. |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But we're far too cool to admit that here |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change. |
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So I try to drag my fragile frame through another day |
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And another dose of caffeine in my veins, |
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My body aches and my mouth is full of sores |
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And I've reached the verdict that mostly, I'm a bore. |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But we're far too cool to admit that here, |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change. |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But we're far too cool to admit that here |
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The times are changing, we can go anywhere |
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But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change. |
