Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need
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'Cause I started to get greedy,
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that's the last thing I would need (great rhyme)
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Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need to explore
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and now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)
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Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
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With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
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Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside
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I wanna get away from life and do something before I die.
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Its so monotonous.
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The daily grind:
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I get up, go to school or work instead,
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maybe hang out with my friends, then bed.
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Time I spend has become frivolous
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Writing songs that no one understands
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but plenty will feel obliged to berate.
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So one day I went nuts.
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I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me
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Seeking therapy never was the way for me
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I've gotten dumped and bounced right back,
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the music was supposed to be a haven.
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Yeah, but now I wonder was it just a waste of time.
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I could institute my whole mind with vim and vigor seeking a future.
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When I figure it I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time.
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I wanna say goodbye,
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but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to leave behind
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--What I think I wanna do.
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--A guitar.
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--A case of rancid flu.
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--A burnt up photograph of you. (soon I will be leaving too)
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It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
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The odds are stacked against us.
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It may help but there's still pain.
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So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
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My eyes light up with a ray of hope
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She'll never again get to be mine.
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I died inside when you did this to me.
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I died and I thought that you would help me.
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There's a fire inside when I say this to you.
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You're not mine anymore.
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You lost your chance with selfishness
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and it all comes back to the same problem.
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I am lonely, but don't want you.
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Someday you'll feel this too.
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Your problems I can't solve them.
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I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address.
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Maybe I'll write you someday.
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I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit.
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Melon Country
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The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches |