what's the point of this
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i've got the graveyard shift
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and it's my life and i'm suck of it
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so i'm a pessimist, and i'm an analyst
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i get hope but it falls with the crack of a wrist
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maybe i was hungry for the fall
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or maybe i was right and you were wrong
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but i don't have the strength to find a way
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to have you in my arms for say even an hour, or even a day
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and yet still i fight to find a way
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to fight this problem that hurts me each and everyday
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everything is a little bit clearer now
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and everything is a little bit harder now
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yet i still try to change your mind
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everything is a little bit clearer now
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and everything is a little bit harder now
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why can't i just say good-bye
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so why all the pain why all the fuss
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maybe it's because i lose all train of thought
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everytime i think of us
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and so i make my ways and waste my days in the search for something new
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i'm a pessimist and an analyst and i don't know what to do
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Each And Everyday
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| Crowned King |
