Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all
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this contemplating
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So different from the mistakes I've been making
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And tragedies we're facing...
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So tell me can money buy your point of view?
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Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
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The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high
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Inside your candy-coated life
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When perfect isn't making sense,
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When perfect makes you sick!
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I'm so tired with my hands always shaking
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And I've been concentrating
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On how my seconds I can go without breathing
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Or days i can go without feeling
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So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up!
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With traditions from the bluest blood!
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The things that you're haunted by and lived so high
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Inside your candy coated life
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And perfect isn't making sense
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And perfect's making you feel sick
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Your life is in a constant panic
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Perfect package turning tragic
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Seems to make a perfect fit
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Of how empty your perfect life has been
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I¡¯m so tired with my hands always shaking
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And I've been concentrating
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So different from the mistakes I've been making
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And tragedies we're facing...
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So tell me can money buy your point of view?
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Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues
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The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high
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Inside your candy coated life
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When perfect isn't making sense
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When perfect's making you feel sick
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Your life is in a constant panic
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Perfect package turning tragic
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Seems to make a perfect fit
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Of how empty your perfect life has been...
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Even Trophy Boys And Girls Sing The Blues
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| Less Than Jake |
