Feel like a slob who lives for the day,
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When a winning ticket pay is made.
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Caught with my butt hanging out of my pants.
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Waiting for some kind of lucky chance.
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But nothing ever comes to those who wait.
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That's why I'm wasting away in front of that empty plate.
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I say, "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger, today."
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I look out of the window from my bed.
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I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead.
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You'd think there'd be something.
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Oh, I'll take anything.
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I look up to the heavens and over at the phone.
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Most of what I had is gone,
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But I still got my TV,
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It makes me feel I'm not alone.
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I say, "Nothing's good and nothing's bad.
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Everything's just kinda' sad.
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I kinda' hope for an accident,
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So I can go to sleep."
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I look at all my buddies and what's left of the family.
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They're not what I wanna' be.
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Not whom I wanna' see.
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You'd think there'd be something.
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Oh, I'll take anything.
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Wasn't always this way.
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I used to know how to use the day.
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Maybe I can shake this funk
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And get out before I'm sunk.
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Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.
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Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.
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You'd think there'd be something,
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Oh, I'll take anything.
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I'll take anything
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