The only thing I ever made in my life was a fist
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The only thing that ever proved that I exist
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Broken glass looks best when the sun's goin down
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Take it from me, I'm broken too
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And there's lots of us around
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Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
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Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
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Like the time I fell in love into someone else
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Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
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Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
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Like hearing no again and slamming of doors
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I've been alone, I've been together, I'd been lost
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Making my decisions, with the coins that I toss
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The slower they walk, you know the harder it gets
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Shoulda, woulda, coulda, sketches all our regrets
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Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
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Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
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Like the time I fell in love into someone else
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Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
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Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
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Like hearing no again and slamming of doors
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Enjoying myself has just been an afterthought
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I never doubted the teachers, just the lessons they taught
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If I couldn't fill my stomach, I'd fill my head
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But I never could fill the word that I said
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Like swatting at flies till they cover the floor
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Like pulling teeth, tie the string, and slam the door
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Like the time I fell in love into someone else
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Like the time I complained about the cards I've been dealt
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Like they say when it rains you know it always pours
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Like hearing no again and slamming of doors
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Slamming of doors doors doors
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Swatting At Flies
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| Flotsam & Jetsam |
