[Verse One]
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I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift
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and wishin I was gone nine hours ago
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Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken
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I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show
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Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed
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My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow
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I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome
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And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
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From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak
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And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week
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I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life
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I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race
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I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake
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And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face
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And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place
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Somethin to die for, this is my war, so
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[Chorus]
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Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell
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Simple livin is a bitch but damn, I do it well
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Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail
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Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
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Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY
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Simple livin is a bitch - HEY, HEY
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Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY
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Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY
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[Verse Two]
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I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide
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But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail
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Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five
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Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap
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away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes
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The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands
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Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense
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I'm convinced I'm built for better things
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And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
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It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do
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You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school
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12 years wasn't enough?
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That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me
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Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
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Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me?
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Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and
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[Chorus]
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[whistling until beat stops]
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Simple Living
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Gym Class Heroes |