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I got no money for beer but I drink every night

Ain’t got no money for weed, but I still get high

I think the ten-year-old me would be so surprised

About the way that he now chooses to live his life

And still, I feel like it’s all the same

'Cause I feel this way every single day

And I’m wondering if all of this is worth it

What’s the cost for feeling like a piece of shit?

I feel all of this taking my innocence

Taking my innocence

I can’t change the way that I live

So we stop and hit the packie, roll some wacky-tobaccy

I’m dulling my senses till I can’t feel anything

And nothing is right, everything is wrong

And I just wish that I could move on

Nothing is real, it don’t make no sense

And I don’t think that I could be feeling less

I find myself on your kitchen floor

And my life’s becoming such a bore

The bottom of the bottle is the end of me

Just move on and believe you’re free

I just want to make some sense

Because right now I could just care less

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