| Here comes the sidewalk boss again
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| Telling me how I can’t cave in
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| That I’m a study in black
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| Need a pat on the back
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| I look up and smile
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| A picture of dissatisfaction
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| That he can only see as a junkie
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| Though I might be straight as an arrow
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| He’s busy shaking hands with my monkey
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| Busy shaking hands with my monkey
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| I go in my car
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| Straight to the bar
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| Where my sweetie pours the beer
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| For the millions of fans ignoring the bands
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| He’s in my ear
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| Wants me to live in denial
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| Says, «You've got to settle for something
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| Though it might not be really living
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| Anything is better than nothing
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| Anything is better than nothing»
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| No half-dead action man going to move in to take my place
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| I’ll be pumping out the product
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| Just a total waste
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| Look at your hands unoccupied
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| Look at the lengths you’ll go to hide
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| You’re under the veil
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| Pretending to fail
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| Got a whole lot of empty time left to go
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| Now you’ve got to fill it with something
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| I know what you could do, don’t you know
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| Anything is better than nothing
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| No half-dead action man going to move in to take my place
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| I’ll be pumping out the product
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| Just a total waste
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| I’m here with my cup
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| Afraid to look up
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| This is how I spend my time
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| Lazing around, head hanging down
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| Stuck inside my imagination
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| Busy making something from nothing
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| Pictures of hope and depression
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| Anything is better than nothing
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| Anything is better than nothing
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| Anything is better than nothing
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| Anything is better than nothing |