Everything's a mess I sleep but don't undress
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drinking all but the Tia Maria
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I never finished any of those
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books hanging open like house plants
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Begging for water and a little reading
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Holding that one big idea I'm needing
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I know what I don't want
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I really know what I don't want
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I don't really really know what I want, do I?
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Another black shirt won't show the dirt
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I could wash but I don't even bother
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Some piece of trite trash trumpets out the radio
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but I don't turn it off
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I need to loathe its creation
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Comtempt is my one contemplation
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'cause I know what I don't want
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I really know what I don't want
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I don't really really know what I want, do I?
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Red in the face from the air in this place
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It's close so I open a window
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Something about heights makes a man
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start to reach for the bottom
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Dull in the mind from oversleeping
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I look for the things that are really worth keeping
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'cause I know what I don't want
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I really know what I don't want
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I don't really really know what I want, do I?
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I know what I don't want
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I really know what I don't want
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I don't really really know what I want, do I?
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What I Don't Want
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| The Odds |
