Once upon a time
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it was much better than today
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when did it become a crime
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to know exactly what to say
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And you say that's how it goes
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things get old and rust like tin
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now I'm stuck outside your inside jokes
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please don't let me in
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And I want more out of life than stupid jokes
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come on pal, tell me now
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exactly where to go
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and I think it's about time that you admit
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you don't know when to quit
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Listen to the sound
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of me telling you you're wrong
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drove it into the ground
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and drug it out for far too long
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And you can deny it's true
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and ignore the subtle clues
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but I don't know what I'd do
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without the stupid things I do
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So fucked 'cause I don't know either
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When To Quit
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| Sicko |
