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Haven't seen the sun in weeks |
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My skin is getting pale |
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Haven't got a mind left to speak |
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And I'm skinny as a rail |
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Light bulbs are getting dim |
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My interests are starting to wane |
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I'm told it's everything a man could want |
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And I shouldn't complain |
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Conversations getting dull |
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There's a constant buzzing in my ears |
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Sense of humor's void and numb |
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And I'm bored to tears |
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I'm bored to tears, yeah |
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I'm bored to tears, yeah |
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If you're looking for an accomplice |
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A confederate, somebody who's helpless |
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You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone |
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If you're looking for cut throat |
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Singing a bad note, looking for a scapegoat |
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You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone |
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Looking for sympathy |
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I can get you something |
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Something good, something good to eat |
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Haven't had a decent meal |
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My brain is fried |
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Haven't slept a week for real |
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My tongue is tied |
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Light bulbs are getting dim |
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My interests are starting to wane |
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I'm told it's everything a man could want |
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And I shouldn't complain |
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Conversations getting dull |
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There's a constant ringing in my ears |
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Sense of humor's void and numb |
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And I'm bored to tears |
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I'm bored to tears, yeah |
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I'm bored to tears, yeah |