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Take a picture |
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I won't last much longer, I am turning into dust |
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Or I am melting into the fresh wet concrete |
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And when I reach the pearly gates of Hell |
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I'll send those dimes back up the wishing well |
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With a note tied to each that reads: |
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"Nobody's listening." |
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Wasting time is all the rage |
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Those bad ideas won't leave your brain |
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When you can't control what all the others say |
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Just complain, complain, complain |
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Oh, complain, complain, complain |
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Now get lazy with it from the next one in |
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Put your money in your mouth and swallow it |
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When your company has to fold, blame your troubles on the CEO |
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Because faith is a funny, pathetic notion |
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That God's a drug dealer and he's always holdin' |
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He can make you feel alright, with just one small hit of lights |
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Wasting time is all the rage |
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Those bad ideas won't leave your brain |
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When you can't control what all the others say |
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Just complain, complain, complain |
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Oh, complain, complain, complain |
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Keep 'em comin' I'm used to it |
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My mind over matter is a morphine trip |
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And ain't it funny that it comes to this, |
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Hangin' off the edge and losin' your grip? |
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Wasting time is all the rage |
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Those bad ideas won't leave your brain |
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When you can't control what all the others say |
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Just complain, complain, complain |
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Oh, wasting time is all the rage |
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Those bad ideas won't leave your brain |
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When you can't control what all the others say |
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Just complain, complain, complain |
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Oh, complain, complain, complain |