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Good morning. It's always the same losing this game, my sanity is walking out the door.
I'm sinking right into the floor, can't take anymore.
I'm not the mat you're stepping on anymore. Sunday morning- don't want to face the world today.
Drunk and swerving, late for work and under paid. Sunday morning-
I just want to be left alone. We're all alone. New sensation, a corporate imitation, a paycheck isn't worth your 9 to 5.
We’ve got to let the man know, we got our lives in control.
We have to tear it up, burn it up. Enjoy the show.
I'd sell my soul, we'll be alright, I'd sell my soul, we're doing fine, to live like David Grohl

Our life's a dangle from an overpass,
the cars that congregate,
they say hello, laugh back.

I live my life in perfect symmetry.
I risk my neck in this world full of guillotines, yeah.

Oh no, here we go again;