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I was The Breakfast Prince, I lived in a blue school bus
with an eternal headache, I was right on the cusp
of becoming the one that no one wanted caught,
singing

I was the button pusher for the nuclear waste
The inappropriate eye-undresser of the chaste
In a city where the old told the young to be brave
I knew better

I held my breath between every new song that I wrote
while the criminals lined up outside of my home
screaming, ?Please let us in!
We heard you were the last ones with hope for us!?

Well you heard wrong

You can try to call
you can try to write
You can pretend to bawl your eyes out
over nothing tonight
Oh, but fake tears never hurt anyone
especially when your face is the center of the sun
They?ll melt away
into the hands of nearest guy

But that?s alright
It?s one less thing that I have to deal with tonight

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I took poetic license and put my hand through a wall
And fell asleep waiting for you in the hall
but you just stepped over me, to go off drinking alone
humming

After I preached to the choir, I set fire to the lawn
while everyone that I loved drowned in their half-finished songs
There?s the way that things are supposed to be and the way that they are
That?s just the?

You can count your steps if you?re scared
You can ask someone to comb your hair
You can devour a million news reports
But when those colorful ticker tape parades,
when they don?t make you feel safe,
you?ll wish we built up a bit of a better rapport

But that?s alright
?cause all of this is just nonsense anymore

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