Hey Miss "Die A Little"
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Cuts and bruises will always heal
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But you still pick your poisons
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When you dream of alcohol and pills
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Hey Miss "Die A Little"
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How do you expect yourself to live?
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Punch me awake
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We're the uninspired
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There'll be no white flags over the heads
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Of the sick and tired
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This world is for the living not the dead
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But we're still the uninspired
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Hey Mr. "Always Wonder"
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Why's the inside of your head so filled?
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'Cause you can't see your future
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Through all the walls that you've ever built
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Hey Mr. "Always Wonder"
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How do you expect yourself to live?
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Punch me awake
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We're the uninspired
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There'll be no white flags over the heads
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Of the sick and tired
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Maybe it's the standing still that kills
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What's alive inside us
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This world is for the living not the dead
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But we're still the uninspired
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March me in with the rank and file,
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Bury me in deep denial,
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I'll sit here and gladly smile,
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With the rest of the uninspired
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Punch me awake
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We're the uninspired
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There'll be no white flags over the heads
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Of the sick and tired
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Maybe it's the standing still that kills
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What's alive inside us
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This world is for the living not the dead
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But we're still the uninspired
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We're still the uninspired
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We, The Uninspired
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| Less Than Jake |
