idle hands and bridled passions
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muddled thoughts with good intentions
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and don't you know there are things far worse than that?
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i used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations
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and analyze my feelings for things in similar ways
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this may be the finest thing
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the finest thing i've found to date
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but the bed is where i'd be all day if given half a chance
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i used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle
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and sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day
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and still i maintain this grudge for people cuz' they're not like me
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and there are several things that i think rank far worse than that
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i used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons
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and kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and i thought i had it made
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Idle Hands
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| Pain (American Band) |
