Machine Gun
Sum 41
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And I'm up and I don't know why,
But I guess that's all that counts.
Looking 'round as I'm holding my head
And I'm in somebody's house.
The sun, it hits like a punch in the face
With a headache I can't ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone's floor.
And so I can't keep this up.
I have had enough.
Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
To cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn't seem to sit with me right.
It's going out the way it went in.
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And so I can't keep this up.
I have had enough.
'Cause you can count me out,
I'm on to you.
'Cause you can count me out,
I'm tired of leaving my embarrassments behind.
Na, na, na, na, na...
Freak out!