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My life's like clockwork. Every week is just the
same.
The same ambitions and the same sources of shame.
This deep, smooth rut is really all I have to show.
Eightteen was ten long years ago
Chorus (repeat)
My leather jacket's shot to hell
But it protects me like a shell
It's something I could never sell
Comfortable things can fit too well.
I've got big plans, and it feels like they weigh a
ton.
If I'm so smart, why can't I just got get it done?
Sometimes my life feels like an essay, overdue
I'd ace if I could follow through.
Chorus (repeat)
My leather jacket's shot to hell
But it protects me like a shell
It's something I could never sell
Comfortable things can fit too well.
Now please don't tell me only dark days lie ahead;
'cause if I can't feel hope, then I cannot feel dread.
And please don't say to me that I can only win;
If I can't cry, then I can't grin.
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