| Wake up every morning, every morning is the same
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| The coffee and the paper, and the fountains at your brain
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| Nothing’s changed
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| You don’t understand how it went so fast
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| The money you made and the love you thought would last
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| It all went past
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| I, I want something new, something true
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| Something I’d do on my own
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| I, I need something fine to distract my mind
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| Give me all for this grindstone
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| Eaten by birds and poisoned by snakes
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| You stood with tramps, presidents and fakes
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| You made mistakes
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| Every day is nothing but the washed out section
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| Of the fake front page you pray is just a dream
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| And then you scream
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| I, I want something new, something true
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| Something I’d do on my own
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| I, I need something fine to distract my mind
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| Give me all for this grindstone
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| Sometimes so unfair
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| There’s something I in the air
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| Tell yourself that you just don’t care
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| But deep inside it hurts when nothing works
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| I, I want something new, I want something true
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| Something I’d do on my own
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| Hey I, I need something fine, oh, to distract my mind
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| Yeah, all for this grind, grindstone
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| Hey, give me something new
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| Yeah, all for this grindstone
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| Hey I, I need something fine, oh, to distract my mind
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| Yeah |