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EmA5Em
E5Lonely Saturday night
Left out by the wA5ayside
Got called in in the moC#5rning
Talked into a dC5ouble and left afteA5r 9
And now I'm at F#5home
Just me and my A5student loans
E5Of course the battery died
I left on the A5dome light
My shift was C#5over, Kevin came to C5jump it
The cables cA5aught fire
And I watched the F#5final ounce of hope
go up in a plume oB5f smoke
I'm sick of smelling like kA5itchen grease
Can't get it out of my E5clotB5hes
I'm sick of scraping the wiA5ndshield clean
I'm sick of shovеling E5snowB5
I'm sick of beating the sC#5un to work
Pale light starting to gB5low
I'm sick of racing it A5homÐC5µ
E5Ankle's giving me hell
Swollen up and A5dark blue
I fucked it up in NoC#5vember
Too broke for the doC5ctors
Trying to maA5ke due
I don't feel any bF#5reak there in the bone
So I'm just lB5etting it go
I'm sick of smelling like kA5itchen grease
Can't get it out of my E5clotB5hes
I'm sick of scraping the wiA5ndshield clean
I'm sick of shovеling E5snowB5
I'm sick of beating the sC#5un to work
Pale light starting to gB5low
I'm sick of racing it A5homÐC5µ
E5Can't seF#4e
F#5Through iA4t A5
E5No hope F#4
F#5WorthlessA4 A5 B5 C5
E5I'm buried beneF#4ath a layer of dusA4t
I'm out on my fA5eet, I'm waking back up
E5Keep trying to F#4leave, enough is eA4nough
I'm out on my fA5eet, I'm waking back up
E5The brink of defF#4eat, we're totally fA4ucked
I'm out on my fA5eet, I'm waking back up
E5Cut down at the F#4knees, I'm spitting out A4blood
I'm off of my fA5eet, I'm getting back up
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