| Grace asks how I’m doing, I sigh and say «I'm fine»
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| I can’t find the right words and she can’t tell I’m lying
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| Last night a man in Vegas snapped and opened fire
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| We don’t know the reason, but Jesus Christ I’m tired
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| Another month of bad days
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| It’s October on the F train, again
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| Cause I’m too selfish to die
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| And I’m too sad to be alive
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| So I’m taking every hour as it comes
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| And in the weekdays I get by
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| And in the evenings I get high
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| I stay dreaming of a New York suicide
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| Last week my friends were in town, but they ignored all my calls
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| I usually do the same thing so I ain’t blaming them at all
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| And who the hell in their right mind would wanna waste their time with me
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| Especially on vacation in New York City, baby
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| Another month of bad days
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| I’m hungover on the F train again
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| Cause I’m too selfish to die
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| And I’m too sad to be alive
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| So I’m taking every hour as it comes
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| And in the weekdays I get by
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| And in the evenings I get high
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| I stay dreaming of a New York suicide
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| I can’t say when it started, but it happens all the time
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| One minute I’ll be laugh and the next I just start crying
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| I wonder if it matters, I wonder who would care
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| I think about my funeral, man. | 
| Would anyone be there?
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| But who am I to say this?
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| Cause I remember Vegas again…
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| Cause I’m too selfish to die
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| And I’m too sad to be alive
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| So I’m taking every hour as it comes
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| And in the weekdays I get by
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| And in the evenings I get high
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| I stay dreaming of a New York suicide
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| A New York Suicide
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| Still dreaming of a New York Suicide
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| A New York Suicide
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| Still dreaming of a New York Suicide
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| Still dreaming of a New York Suicide
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| A New York Suicide
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| A New York Suicide
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| Still dreaming of a New York Suicide
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| A New York Suicide |