| I’m always thinking about useless things
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| I’m always checking out
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| I’m always mothering myself to bits
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| I’m always checking out
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| Forget it, nothing I change changes anything
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| I won't let it, I won't let it ruin my hair
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| I only take up a little of the collapsing space
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| I better cut this off
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| Don’t wanna fuck it up
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| I only take up a little of the collapsing space
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| I better cut this off
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| Don’t wanna fuck up the place
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| I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Walk it back, walk it back
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| I try to save it for a rainy day
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| It’s raining all the time
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| Until everything is less insane
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| I’m mixing weed with wine
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| Forget it, nothing I change changes anything
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| I won't let it, I won't let it ruin my hair
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| I only take up a little of the collapsing space
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| I better cut this off
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| Don’t wanna fuck it up
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| I only take up a little of the collapsing space
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| I better cut this off
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| Don’t wanna fuck up the place
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| I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Walk it back, walk it back
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| Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Walk it back, walk it back
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| Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back
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| Walk it back, walk it back
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| "People like you are still living in what we call the reality-based community.
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| You believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality.
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| That's not the way the world really works anymore.
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| We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality.
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| And while you are studying that reality - judiciously,
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| As you will - we'll act again, creating other new realities,
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| Which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out.
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| We're history's actors, and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do.
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| Apparently that was written on a whiteboard
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| With a red sharpie in the Roosevelt bedroom,
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| Sometime around Christmas 2007. Yeah, so I can't stay..."
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| I can't stay and I can't come back
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| I just keep awake
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| And I don't react
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| I'll walk through Lawrencetown
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| Along the tracks
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| My own body in my arms
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| But I won't collapse
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| So don't go dark on me
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| It's all alright
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| If I'm gonna get back to you, someday
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| I'll meet you last |