| Fighting for survival is such a boring Battle
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| Want to get into my car
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| I wanna drive out to Seattle
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| Where the used record stores
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| Have much better prices
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| But I don’t have a car
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| And I don’t have a license
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| Should I take another walk to the DMV
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| Get another learners permit with a Picture of me
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| I’d put it in my wallet
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| Along with my four dollars
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| And the condom that’s still in there
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| That has probably expired
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| I’d leave home for New York
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| But New York is where I’m from
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| I’m just looking for a way
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| To feel my life has begun
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee
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| Living in the city
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| Where I’m working like a walrus
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| But man I don’t need your money
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| Man I’m gonna be an artist
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| Feeling like I wanna do whatever
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| I feel inside
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| Put it down on paper
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| And I’ll hope that people buy it
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| And my only minor worry
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| Is how to pay the rent
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| But that won’t even matter
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| When I lose my apartment
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| Then I’ll really have no worries
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| I’ll be just like a cassette
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| That you’ve taped up the tabs up
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| To put something new on it
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| And when I hit record
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| God only knows what I will be
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| And if there is no god
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| Then it’s a better mystery
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee
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| Dee dee dee dee
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| Fighting for survival and I guess I must Be winning
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| And my story is so long
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| I can’t remember the beginning
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| Am I an optimist
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| Or am I a pessimist
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| If I see a half empty half full cup
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| Is half full
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| Of nothingness
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