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guess I had it coming ambition is my worst vice
next thing I know time is having it's way with me
working hard at putting skin on baloney it all makes sense in some way i forget right now
somehow i manage to fool myself and everyone else
that this is really just only, maybe, only,
just the meantime meantime
frequent liar mileage as if I had a choice
limp to the edge of patience and let yourself fall
wearing out mirrors all over the world
i hope i can get far playing air guitar
in the meantime meantime
there has to be more than this there has to be more than this
somehow i manage to fool myself and everyone else
that this is really just only, maybe, only,
just the meantime meantime
there has to be more than this
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