| I’m waiting for something, waiting for no one
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| Waiting for someone quite like you
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| And I got a question, do you wanna kill time?
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| In aisle 3 with frozen food
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| Is this the high life? |
| 'Cause we’re fucking low class
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| With BB guns and canvas shoes
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| Sleep on a mattress, I’ll sleep on concrete
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| As long as I am next to you
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| Tell me how to believe in you, oh God
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| I think this is an emergency
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| You’re my surgeon and I’m the patient
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| Rip my heart out and show me the way, baby
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| You’re a psycho rebel, a fucked up prom king
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| You got a cold inside your head
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| But if you let me, I’ll treat you better
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| Then all your exes ever did
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| So let’s buy a mansion when we get money
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| We’ll live on soda pop and grease
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| 'Cause you could never pay with your chump change
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| For the American dream
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| Tell me how to believe in you, oh God
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| I think this is an emergency
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| You’re my surgeon and I’m the patient
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| Rip my heart out and show me the way, baby
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| Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals
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| Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals
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| Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals
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| Hospitals, hospitals |