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dropped out of college
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when i thought i heard the news,
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and whisper in my ear
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that i deserve to lose,
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it's not much better
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than the foolish friends i choose,
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no one sees your silver screen
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4am belongs to me
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i lie on aching bones
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and let the sirens in,
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who else's fingernails
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have ripped across your skin,
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i reach for angels
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but the devils always win,
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polestars fall so easily
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4am belongs to me
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i choke on rapture
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and on mediocrity
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plans for the future wars
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i saw on my t.v.,
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and you remind me
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of who i was supposed to be,
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send forth all my death machines
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4 am belongs to me
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4 am
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