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What about your town?
It's defective!
It's a dead end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective!
It's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past
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What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective!
It's tattered and it's frayed
What about your Gods?
They're defective!
They forgot the warranty
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What about love?
It's defective!
It's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective!
It's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective!
All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
They're defective!
All the parts are out of stock
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Some days I just pray to the God of Sex and Drums and Rock 'N' Roll.
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Maybe I'm lonely, And thats all I'm qualified to be
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Najgorzej jest wieczorami, gdy siadasz na łóżku i czujesz, że tak na serio
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I want you. I need you. But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad 'cause two out of three ain't bad.
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But since I'm feeling kinda lonely and my defenses are low
Why don't you give it a shot and get it ready to go
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Why don't you run away
And find yourself alive
Go on and turn the page
Before your lonely world collides
What's it gonna take to break the silence
That's been tearin' you apart?
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Najgorzej jest wieczorami, gdy siadasz na łóżku i czujesz, że tak na serio nie masz nic.
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