i'm so sick of having hope
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pushing the envelope
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with empty threats and false teeth
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my drink's been poured by a cannibal
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and my corpse ain't even cold
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and you want to take it away from me
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i know you'll take the blue ribbon
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i shop myself with the starting gun
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you're more cop than speeder
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hitting onthe waiter
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and eating off the plate of the enemy
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but i'd rather just forget about the jerking in my sleep
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and the hollow words under me
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but i've got second thoughts again
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second thoughts again
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or am i second guessing
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or just in second place?
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i've got a one year old hangover
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feels like i never will recover
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but i can keep a poker face
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for the rest of the chase
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hitting on the waiter
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| Heatmiser |
