And I've been so busy trying
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that I've only wound up living
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weekend to weekend
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getting by just simply "trying"
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And I should be out looking for a job
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but only wind up heading for a stiff drink
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left with nothing else so I think
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"it's time to stumble home"
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So I say Hello to wasted hours
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and I say bottoms up to better days
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I've been so busy dying
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that I've always wound up living
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paycheck to paycheck
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scraping by but hardly trying
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what will it take to get me out of bed
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when half the check goes to rent
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the other half goes to debt
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I should be out looking for another job
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Instead I stumble home
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Another day not trying
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there's no one left to blame
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it's just the routine and the repetition
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I've spun out of control
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Malt Liquor Tastes Better When You've Got Problems
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| Less Than Jake |
