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At the end of the day
You're so soft spoken
Don't hang your head for me
Nobody seems to believe in the reasons you feel so lonely
Nobody seems to accept them the way that I do
Oh
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
I remember the way you left me broken
Don't shed a tear for me
Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory
Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel
Oh
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
This drug won't take on for hours
I need this crutch
Say something, say something
Say something, say something now
Say something, say something
Say something, say something
Now
This teenage wasteland of ours
I feel too much
This drug won't take on for hours
I need this crutch
Now
I need this crutch
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