| (Hey! |
| Wooh! |
| Hey, hey, hey) |
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| Is it something they know, is it something I missed? |
| Everyone 'round me seems to know I live |
| With this impossible body and consciousness |
| Knowing I'm gonna die, not knowing when that is |
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| When we were kids, we used to get gold stars |
| "A" for effort just for trying real hard |
| Now nothing I do seems to measure up |
| How does anyone know when it's time to give up? |
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| Everything I touch turns to dust |
| Everything I feel is way too much |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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| It's always darkest before it turns to black |
| And I can't tell you if I make it back |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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| One hand outstretched, the other clenched in a fist |
| Reaching out for the air while I fall off a cliff |
| Feeling some new kind of paralysis |
| The bastards were right, I never felt more sick |
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| Maybe I'm just showing all the symptoms of American exceptionalism |
| Cause nothing I do seems to measure up |
| Who's gonna tell me when it's time to give up? |
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| Everything I touch turns to dust |
| Everything I feel is way too much |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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| It's always darkest before it turns to black |
| And I can't tell you if I make it back |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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| The medication isn't working |
| I don't think anybody knows how |
| To stop the contraindication |
| Cause I'm just fighting with myself now |
| The medication isn't working |
| The medication doesn't work |
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| Everything I touch turns to dust |
| Everything I feel is way too much |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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| It's always darkest before it turns to black |
| And I can't tell you if I make it back |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure (Born for failure) |
| Sometimes I think I'm born for failure |
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