its pretty petty that we said we'd make our mark
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but we're staring in the dark at what could be anything.
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turn the lights out and look into my eyes
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and tell me what you think you see
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i think i hide it in the sleeves
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of the ten shirts that im in
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while you are young and innocent,
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ill complain like you and you
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for lack of better things to say and:
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there's such a thing as misery,
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please don't define yourself that way.
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i know its cool to be depressed...
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im confused that maybe i might lose
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in a generation i cant tell a look
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from a year these days.
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the same ending every single time
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we are spending all our dimes and
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dollars on black attire.
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tell the truth do you really have no couth
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do you really want to see a life
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lost in an accident?
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its getting old all the stories we are told
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from the image that you've sold
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but i admit that we're all
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guilty, empty, so incomplete.
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what kind of mood is this you're in,
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you are young and innocent,
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ill complain like you for lack of better things to say and:
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theres such a thing as misery,
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why is it cool to be depressed.
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please don't define yourself that way,
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i know its cool to be depressed.
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theres such a thing as misery,
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i know its cool to be depressed.
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why is a smile a mystery and
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why is it cool to be depressed.
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Pretty Petty
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Punchline |