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My serotonins rationed, Im coughing
I kind of caught the blues
But you wont catch me complaining
to the super or the news
Cause the carrot's gonna dangle
Til the diamond is appraised
And all that talk made me feel rich baby,
but tell me, who is gonna pay
For braces to make straight,
All that Colgate keep my white tooth-innocence?
My smiles in sad shape,
All the dead weight I got tired of carrying
Yeah its got me looking for a friend
or a crutch I can depend on
Well there's endless entertainment
In thinking the world is gonna end
And I live some nights convinced of it
but I keep waking up again
With my girl wrapped 'round my body
and a towel wrapped 'round my head
She says, you passed out in the bathtub,
Angel, I thought that you were dead
Dont die on me, dont tread on me
My love, my love is not the enemy
And you dont have to be no-one's biography
Yeah they try and write you down and hope you go crazy
So dont
So don't
Dont fall for that Christ-bait its about as pass as rock star arrogance
Tomorrow's a new day but its that same face and youll be wearing it
Now you dont have to be content! but you do have to get on with it