Kind Of Sick Of Life

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Verse 1:

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I don't wanna take out loans, I don't wanna be at home 
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I don't wanna say goodbye and I don't wanna be alone 
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I just wanna stay inside, I don't know how or where I'd hide 
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And I don't wanna suicide, but I'm getting sick of life 

 

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I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit 
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And it don't matter if it's pouring outside 
                                D                           A 
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with 

All the sticks I find 
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And words that rhyme, I try to cry 

I tried to mind my pessimist 
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But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin 
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Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in 
          D                             A 
I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore 
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I open doors and find a corpsе, but I ignore it, of course 

 D  A  F#m       E 
            Yeah, I ignorе it of course 
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            Yeah, I ignore it of course 

Verse 2:

D                          A 
 I just wanna spend the night 
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I just wanna stop the fighting I hear inside my head 
                          D 
I just wanna hold you tight 
                       A 
I just kinda feel uneasy 
                          F#m 
When it approaches evening 
                          E 
There's monsters in my bed 
                                  D 
And there's no one that can save me 
                              A 
Lately, I've been feeling crazy 
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Numbers in my head, I'm counting student loans and babies 
  D                   A 
Maybe I'll be looking 'round for daisies 
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To put upon my coffin, I'll be buried in shortly 

 

 D                                   A 
I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit 
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And it don't matter if it's pouring outside 
                                D                           A 
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with  

all the sticks I find 
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And words that rhyme, I try to cry,  

I tried to mind my pessimist 
     D                                      A 
But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin 
   F#m                                  E 
Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in 
          D                             A 
I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore 
       F#m                            E 
I open doors and find a corpsе, but I ignore it, of course 

 D  A  F#m       E 
            Yeah, I ignorе it of course 
 D  A   F#m       E 
            Yeah, I ignore it of course 
Final 

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