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Got a lot of shit on my head

You know we got to pull it together

'Cause it’s not gonna stop until we’re dead

You know we’ve got to pull it together

'Cause it’s not gonna stop, it’s not gonna stop

It’s never ever, ever gonna stop until we’re dead

Ian Graham says it’s a temporary solution

To a permanent problem

Even when locations change

The imbalance stays the same

And you just run out of cities

States and countries you can blame

So you just keep running away

You’re running away, you’re running away

Running away, running away

You’re running away

It took her to the hospital

And then her parents' house

I’m walking home at 3 AM alone

When the bartender’s asleep

You gotta think things through yourself

And when it gets this late

It’s hard to find someone to call for help

I got my hands in my pockets

And a hood tight over my head

(I couldn’t deal with anti-depressants

But now I’m anti-depressants)

I’m all out of smokes

And I’m wishing that I was dead again

(I couldn’t deal with anti-depressants

But now I’m anti-depressants)

I’m drunk and alone and I’m thinking about how

(I couldn’t deal with anti-depressants

But now I’m anti-depressants, I guess)

'Cause it just makes a different mess

Running away, you’re running away, you’re running away

Got a lot of shit on my head!

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