Raced for months in circles don't know where to go
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So nauseus nobody's near me, antisocial
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Ahead I catch my breat and again im behind
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It somehow works itself out in the back of my mind
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4..3..2.. First to First, womb to hearse get by
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Is there nothing you want worse than to pass the time?
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Am I stubborn, selfish or scared of stability
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Part of a rotten useless, unprouctive minority
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(all this thought to resposobilities,
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redundent schedules carved in 30 years mortages
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for a finaced wife some to buy kids,
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whats in your waller, where do I sign up)
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4..3..2 first to first, womb to hearse get by
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Is there nothing you want worse then to pass the time?
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Pass The Time
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