Well I'm trying to be patient
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But the wheels keep turning round
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But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet
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I'm so tired of everything
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Defeated by routine
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By words that don't mean anything to me
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At least not anymore now that I'm done...
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with a mourning of a day without ending
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A year of decadence to escape from penance
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But I've suffered. I'm over it, yeah
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I'm fine now, but I'm sick of it
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I was happy being miserable
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I used to lay down my head on the bar
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And raise one lonely finger for a drink
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It doesn't have to be so difficult
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just keep coasting by
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so you lost a limb
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Well hell it'll heal with time
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What happens when you love what you've lost?
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You didn't have to cut it off
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But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have
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I wonder if I could ever get it back...
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to how it was when I still thought of love
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as a risk I could take if I was willing to make
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the commitment to rejection
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and the mind games, the deception
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The late nights under the covers
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pointing the finger at whoever started
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whatever we were fighting about
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I guess that I'm fine now
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everything's better
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everything's cooled down
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it's all copesetic
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We'll move on, off to a better world
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To a fresh start where anything's possible
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But I'm sick of it
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Yeah I'm sick of it
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I'm so sick of it
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No, I'm sick of it
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no, no, no, no, no
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I'm sick of it now
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I'm just sick of it now
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no, no, I am so sick of it
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no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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But he's sick of it
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no, no, no,no
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Off the Beaten Path
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| The Good Life |
