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Sunlight coming through the haze |
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No gaps in the blind to let it inside |
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The bed is unmade |
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Some music still plays |
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TV, yeah, it's always on |
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A flicker of the screen |
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A movie actress screams |
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I'm basking in the shit flowing out of it |
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I'm stoned in the mall again |
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Terminally bored |
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Shuffling 'round the stores |
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And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing |
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Xbox is a God to me |
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A finger on the switch |
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My mother is a bitch |
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My father gave up ever trying to talk to me |
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Don't try engaging me |
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The vaguest of shrugs |
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The prescription drugs |
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You'll never find a person inside |
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My face is Mogadon |
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Curiosity has given up on me |
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I'm tuning out desires |
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The pills are on the rise |
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How can I be sure I'm here? |
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The pills that I've been taking confuse me |
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I need to know that someone sees |
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That there's nothing left, I simply am not here |
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I'm through with pornography |
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The acting is lame |
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The action is tame |
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Explicitly dull, arousal annulled |
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Your mouth should be boarded up |
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Talking all day with nothing to say |
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Your shallow proclamations |
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All misinformation |
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My friend says he wants to die |
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He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam |
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The clothes are all black |
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The music is crap |
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In school, I don't concentrate |
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And sex is kinda fun |
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But just another one |
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Of all the empty ways of using up a day |
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How can I be sure I'm here? |
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The pills that I've been taking confuse me |
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I need to know that someone sees |
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That there's nothing left, I simply am not here |
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Bipolar disorder |
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Can't deal with boredom |
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Bipolar disorder |
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Can't deal with boredom |
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You don't try to be liked |
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You don't mind |
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You feel no sun |
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You steal a gun to kill time |
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You're somewhere, you're nowhere |
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You don't care |
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You catch the breeze |
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You still the leaves, so now where? |
