Let the day roll in.
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Let the day roll out.
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Let the robot transport me from Clayton to my house.
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Let the shit roll in.
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Let the shit roll out.
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Because I'm goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals.
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Let the shit crash down.
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Let the shit crash down.
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Let the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound.
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And at 2 AM I'll be closing up alone.
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Today I played my first show in like twenty-seven days
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Or got my ass kicked in like twenty-seven ways.
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And no matter which way it goes at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes.
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Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you but I just need something to do.
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Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played
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while forgetting all traces of the people, the places, the music, the faces,
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when we could talk in present tense without being complacent
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and when we could be more honest without being fucking wasted.
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Man, shit, I let the shit roll in.
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And at 2 AM I'll always be alone inside an empty home.
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Do you think I wanna be this way?
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Do you think I wanna be this way?
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Hey! Don't you know that I've had better days?
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But we've all had worse and we've all felt hurt so
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Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you
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but I just need something to do to get the past out of my head.
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And stop replaying shit I've said.
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Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night...
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(leave the pit giving pizza to the homeless,
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show up late at the bar the drunks are talking about politics
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(i'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours at 8 am)
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step in the shower, the water cascades down my head like the dirt
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on the hood of a six year old van)
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... and go to sleep.
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Pizza Claus Is Comin' To Town
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Bomb The Music Industry! |