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These days.. These days I'm tired
These days.. These days I'm tired

The idea of being someone
someone who was new but now just.. falls through

And as the first wave hits..
I just want to go out and get laid

I wish I could split.. but I don't know where I'd go

Ohh, these days, these days, these days I'm tired
These days I'm just so, so tired

And it plays
It plays.
It plays.
It plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays, it plays out into a place where
someone says it's ok, love.
But what do they know?
What do they know?