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I·ve grown sick
I·ve gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still can·t hear me
I·m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I·m not supposed to
Here·s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let·s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I ight say things that you don·t wanna hear
But someday you might care
And I won·t be there
No I won·t be there
Here·s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let·s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I·m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I·m not supposed to
Here·s to us fools that have no meaing
I tip my glass to you
Let·s toast the night away to frïends
And forget about tomorrow