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I fell on the floor
I don’t think my legs work anymore
And I’m not sure
I lost my lunch under the sink
I don’t think
I’ve been this high all year
I’ve said it before
But I’m feeling complacent and insecure
I’m not sure
With a TV I don’t need to think
I’ll see a shrink
‘Cause I’ve been this low all year
And they told me «son, it’s gonna be okay»
But I can’t wait
What am I gonna do?
You can call me a whore
‘Cause I stay out late when my life’s a bore
I’m not sure
If true love’s really gone extinct
I don’t think
I’ve been alone all year
It goes on, and on, and on
And they told me «girl, it’s gonna be okay»
But I can’t wait
What am I gonna do?
They all marched slow, into early graves
We can’t change
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
What do we do?