| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been found flat out face down dying
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| I’ve been on a drip
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| I’ve been hip
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| My ego has soared, crashed, rocked, ignored
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| And for what?
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| All I’ve got
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| Artistic statements for which these bills won’t pay
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I’ve got rows and rows of wankers
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| Inside my head
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| Shouting my gut feeling down
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| All the fucking time
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| Rows and rows of naysayers
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| Marching with the vampires
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| A troop of doubting Thomases
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| In my mind
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| Decoyed and decaying
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| My youth decayed
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| My brow deepens and it all gets heavy
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| But I’ve looked and looked
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| No one’s describing my exact condition
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| So I ponder the omission
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| I think about booking
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| That all inclusive
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| Package with full-board, all aboard
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I don’t have a gut feeling
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| I’ve got rows and rows of wankers
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| Inside my head
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| Shouting my gut feeling down
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| All the fucking time
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| Rows and rows of naysayers
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| Marching with the vampires
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| A troop of doubting Thomases
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| In my mind
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| And I worry that my out of sightness
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| My out of mindness will one day stop me
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| From having that one good reason
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| When reasoning fails amidst this hell and hail
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| I can’t do anything Christmas is nearly here
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| Then it’ll soon be summer
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| I can’t do anything, woke up in August
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| Had lunch in October
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| There are no words to begin
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| Just like there’s no place to fit in
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| I’ve been writing the same song all my life
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| Insomnia in the kitchen
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| Stricken, struck by howling lightning
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| It’s a cycle and there’s no way out of it
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| Tempered in a fire so flaming
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| Temper’s all I see
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| I pretty much hate everyone
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| Everyone’s a reflection of me
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| If only you could imagine the person I want myself to be
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| If only you could imagine the person I want myself to be
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| Here comes the usual sulk and sigh
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| Mid task creativity sucked dry
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| I’m not perfect you know
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| This isn’t a game
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| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been on the road
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| I’ve been in the sky
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| I’ve been found flat out face down dying
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| I’ve… |