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It's four o' clock
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the t.v.'s on
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my mind is shut off
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and my own thoughts are gone
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I change the channel
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I change my mind
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I change my life
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I want to leave it all behind
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cause I don't have a mind of my own
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I am influenced by
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everything I see
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and I can't help it now
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everything in my life
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just thinks for me
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can't help this habit
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I'm in love with my disease
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worshiping my idle time
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a life I cannot seize
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trapped by depression
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and I sleep all day
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but xanax, valium, attavan
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makes it all ok
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it's so much more
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than a cry for attention
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no loving hands can sooth this ache
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so much more than a war with the world
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it's my own degradation
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it's my own self hate
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I preach my pessimism
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right out loud to anyone who'll listen
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I'm not afraid to be alive
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I'm afraid to be alone
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late at night my monsters find me
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from under the bed or right out of my past
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all alone with nobody to talk to
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sanity gets put to the test
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I close my eyes but I'm still haunted
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sometimes I get too twisted to sleep
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as all my world crumbles all around me
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inspirations become admissions of defeat
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cause I don't have a mind of my own
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everything in my life just thinks for me
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Mind of My Own
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| Strung Out |
