When all I want is a minute more
I'm only minutes late
But opening up all life's locked doors
It's not my strongest trait
I do it well, I do it well
But I don't like to wait
I do it well
When the feeling sours
From your private hours
To the public crush
It feels just like a million dead end jobs
At the corner store
You leave the line your cigarettes in hand
Broken
But you do it well
You do it well
You do it well
Don't you?
You do it well

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