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Treating your days like a countdown |
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Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up |
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And you get nothing done |
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And this is what you want |
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Lost touch and |
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You turn your back and your some friend |
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Sterile conversation |
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Learn to talk a good game |
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Talk your way out, it's a sure thing |
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Testing the ends of what they'll put up with |
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You got your chance to say what you wanted to |
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But you never do |
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Stand up to the ones that keep you down |
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Now you can see right through it all |
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Lost touch and |
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Tracing your steps you can't begin |
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You can't start |
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To say what your thinking and why not |
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Talk your way out, it's a sure thing |
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Testing the ends of what they'll put up with |
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Sticking it out 'til you can't get up |
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How many times have you been pacified? |
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Accepting it when you're told, there's no way |
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Making sure there never will |
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Sticking it out 'til you can't get up |
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How many times have you been pacified? |
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Accepting it when you're told, there's no way |
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Making sure there never will |
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Testing the ends of what they put up with |