Strapped into the dent of a desk
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Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense
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I shuffle out to the deck
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Where all the smokers sound off
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One witness sighs in distress
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Her sour face reflected in metal
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Pulling from a pocket
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I up and ask
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And as she passes that flask
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A sour face for all the
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Sorrow replaced with alcohol
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Everybody's working for the weak
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And only when I sleep
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Can I feel stronger
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I don't care what you think
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Cause I won't wait here to much longer
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The two of us at two fifteen
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The two of us in love
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With whiskey
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Then in that moment we realize
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Shivering in the cold
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We've sold our souls
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And don't even smoke
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Everybodys working for the weak
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And only when I dream can I feel stronger
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I don't care what you think
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Cause I won't wait here
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Too much longer
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Stop what you're doing now
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What are you doing now
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While everybody's working for the weak
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You'll still be asleep
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Knowing you got out
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And don't care what they think
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About those dreams you carry around
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Everybody's working for the weak
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I don't care what you think
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Cause I won't wait here
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Too much longer
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longer
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longer
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longer....
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Everybody's Working For The Weak
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Hey Mercedes |