If I make it tonight, it'll be all right
It'll make a good song or something
I've been trying to give myself reasons to live
and I really can't think of one thing
I drive around
I walk around in circles
'cause I got no sense of direction
I guess I got no sense at all
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I don't cry anymore, I walk out the door
and I usually keep on walking
I will sit in the bar where the cocktails are
but I really don't feel like talking
I lie around
and let the darkness fall
'cause I got a sense of perfection
and nothing makes much sense at all....