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He wonders why his life is all the same
No goals, no dreams, no stage
No point in feeling, yeah
No point in change

His glass is always halfway full
No thought to fellow man
Won’t go where Daddy didn’t go
Don’t care and he got no plans

What you say, what you say
When it all falls down
It’s too late to turn when it all comes back around
What you say, what you say
When it all breaks down
It’s too high to reach when you’re never off the ground

He won’t believe in hoping anymore
His outlook’s far too bleak
Stereotypes his life
Right down to the dead end street

His life has filled the paper bin
Out of tune, out of harmony
He’d rip to a thousand pieces
If he had a destiny

What you say, what you say
When it all falls down
It’s too late to turn when it all comes back around
What you say, what you say
When it all breaks down
It’s too high to reach when you’re never off the ground (x3)

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