drink down what i want to be
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and ever from a glass that is half empty
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down to my last dime, as such
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and optimism costs too much
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now seeing double it seems
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under the influence of these dreams
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the outcome too early to tell
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but it isn't going very well
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so i stagger on
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but if this keeps up
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it won't be long
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till i'm forced to choose
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how much time can i loose?
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but i'm not ready
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to trade in my dream
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for security
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so i won't be bought
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not when i've got a shot
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someone tell me what to do
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anyone who cares, anyone will do
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or i'll put everything on the shelf
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and sit here and absorb myself
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Undecided
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Yellow Second |