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I thought the suits had come for me |
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Found alternatives to honesty |
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Body and soul were bought and sold |
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Patented and out of reach |
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So I reach, but it hurts, it kills, |
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It screams, and it fills |
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My heart with chills |
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And I take my pills |
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But I'm still |
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Tired of sleeping with the light on |
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But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes |
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Pack it up and send it home |
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For just one stab at the good life |
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That's enough and I'm sold |
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So I gave up all my wretched thoughts |
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And left them out for the less fortunate |
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And at the gates I'll skip the queue |
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Life's not living 'less you're sure to make it through |
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But now it hurts, it kills, |
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It screams, and it fills |
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My heart with chills |
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And I take my pills |
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But I'm still tired |
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Of sleeping with the light on |
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But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes |
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Pack it up and send it home |
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For just one stab at the good life |
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That's enough and I'm sold |
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Lord, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Go on pack me up, I'm sold |
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Pack me up, I'm sold |
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If it keeps the hair out of my eyes |
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Pack it up and send it home |
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For just one stab at the good life |
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That's enough and I'm sold |
