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You're not really mad at Iran or Afghanistan |
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You're mad at the fact that your wife can't stand you anymore |
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You don't know where she is |
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You're going crazy in your basement hole |
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Clicking your remote control, spitting insults at the screen |
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Because tomorrow you're back at work |
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Where you can't stand being the little man |
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Despite your groveling you cant get ahead |
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No one really laughs at your stories anymore |
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You're too cynical and mean so they've fucked off bored |
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Your kids are at the mall |
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They just sit and stare at the walls |
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You think you tell it like it is, you say you can't stand bleeding hearts |
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But every single day |
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You just sit there bleeding for yourself |
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You whine and cry in your manly voice |
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This is your life |
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You do it to yourself |
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Take the load off your mind |
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Go out into the world |
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You'll see you'll probably survive |
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This is your life |
