| I’ve been meaning to ask you
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| How life looks from the nose bleed seats
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| And to ask how it feels to bleed
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| Your life’s a waste
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| And the way that I’ll ask it
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| Will have revenge woven throughout
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| But will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring
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| You’re so incomplete
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| Hold a mirror to show just what you’ve become
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| And read your diary to figure out where things went wrong
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| I don’t think I’ll ever understand
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| How a cowardly cat can call himself a man
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| You’re all show and it’s getting old
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| You’re all show and it’s getting old
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| As for the rest of us
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| We’ll do fine with what we have
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| Making the best of what is left
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| And you’re a naysayer
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| Who will never know what it’s like
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| To really have half a life
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| I’ve been meaning to harm you
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| In the best way that I see fit
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| I’m not sure if this did the trick
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| But I think It did
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| Hold a mirror to show just what you’ve become
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| And read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong
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| I hope one day you understand that
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| A girl on your arm won’t make you a man
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| You’re all show and it’s getting old
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| You’re all show and it’s getting old
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| As for the rest of us
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| We’ll do fine with what we have
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| Making the best of what is left
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| And you’re a naysayer
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| Who will never know what it’s like
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| To really have half a life
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| Keep walking down your shallow lonely road
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| It’s dark and cold and it’s yours and yours alone
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| If you dig too deep are you scared you’ll find something?
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| Spoonfuls of shit will surely add up
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| Inside you’re begging for a cure for your disease
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| Your life’s a crime scene and it won’t help to blame me
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| As for the rest of us
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| We’ll do fine with what we have
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| Making the best of what is left
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| And you’re a naysayer
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| Who will never know what it’s like
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| To really have half a life |