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Gonna run until I run, until I run right out of gas, man.
Gonna spit on everything until my mouth's as dry as sand.
I know exactly what you know about all the reasons.
You know, I know the answers.
I just don't know what to do, what to do.

So I do most anything to avoid a head-on confrontation

With the guy who looks at me and points out all I haven't done.
I say "fuck you, you don't have to tell me exactly where I'm at.
You know, I know the answer.
But that don't help me know what to do, what to do."

Maybe I'll shave my head, and hang out in the airport till I drop dead.
Or be a social butterfly and find fame,
Know all the fat cats by their first name.
Gotta do it now; I need a brainstorm.
Gotta be the early bird and get that stinking worm.
But who wants a worm? Who needs a worm?
I don't eat worms. I hate worms!

I need somebody who can find a way out of a sticky situation.
Someone who can take a piece of me and turn it into gold.
Could that someone be you, and does that even matter?
Maybe I don't know the answers.
I sure as shit don't know what to do, what to do.

And so I'm gonna run until I run, until I run right out of gas.

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