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Broken guitar.

Broken amps and dreams

I felt old a long time ago but now the rest of the world’s gotten older than me

So what’s the deal here?

Are you too old to get there?

Are you too lazy to get here?

Too lazy to even stay in touch?

No calls inside those walls

A simple «how are you» is a little much to ask of you

So I’ll go on without you

Take my chances and go it alone

I hate people anyway

Pile up in a dumpster

Light that match and burn it up

And run away to somewhere safe

Rubber tires are grounded and go from place to place

You cannot live here

You’ve already died here

Take my chances and go it alone

I hate people anyway

Don’t give up on the first thing you believe

Take my chances and go it alone

I don’t need this shit anyway

I don’t wanna wake up to an alarm clock thinking «Well, what the fuck.

I’ve done enough.

Time to stop livin' and start giving up.»

I know I’ll have to or just go on without you

Take my chances and go it alone

I hate people anyway