Another restless night here in middle class suburbia. Everything's alright
A Potpourri of anarchy. A cold slap in the face.
Pretty face, simple mind. Take a look what's inside. Sugar
How many hits to the head will it take ‘til
Could this be happening to me
A dream come true just
We’ve had enough of you
And your do as we say
You look at me I look at you. You judge
What a surprise you're pulling teeth. Everyday for you's a
When I look up at these hollowed walls of high
I’m gonna tell you what you don’t want to hear
Condition Critical its getting physical
Why does it have to be
I’m breaking down because were breaking up
Sometimes too much is
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you tick
Whatever makes the days
I've seen your type before. And I'll see it a
I’m thinking back to all the good times we shared
Through
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