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Made to be faded |
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Born to the old |
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A little pretending always got your the perfect role |
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Different era, not of your time |
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Holes in the sidewalk |
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Holes in your jeans |
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Sliding your first or hard at work or so it seems |
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Really just hot dog your way to the top |
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I know I haven't a new thing to say |
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But the words come easy then fade away |
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It's what you do when you're faced with discomfort |
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Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt |
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(Leaving everything open now) |
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You look like a prisoner without the time |
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Sticking your head out of the office to let it shine |
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You're making no difference, man |
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You're drawing no line |
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Monday's are better |
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The yahoos went home |
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Drinking a vintage, suck a fish right from the bone |
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The swedish know music but do they know mine? |
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I know I haven't a new thing to say |
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But the words come easy then fade away |
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It's what you do when you're faced with discomfort |
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Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt |
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(Leaving everything open now) |