Unlimited Breadsticks Soup And Salad Days

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I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs,
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paid for gas, like, the whole way down here,
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electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table,
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almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns.
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I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light and said
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"we should do this every single night,
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don't worry about the cash because
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I've got the scratch and I can't save my money because that's impolite."

[Chorus]

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I don't know why I always complain about something when
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what I got to complain about's nothing.
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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer.

[Verse 2]

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And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name and
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nothing to do with the rest of the day.
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No parties last all night, just tv and websites and
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reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times.
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Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
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letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? It's really not funny
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how bad I am with money so let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.

[Chorus]

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I don't know why I always complain about something when
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what I got to complain about's nothing.
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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, somebody break out the no more tears.

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I don't know why I always complain about something when
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what I got to complain about's nothing.
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Could help out something, now everything's wrong, and no one wants to be around me,
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no one wants to be around me now...

[Bridge]

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As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes;
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it's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth
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with a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.

[Chorus]

             C               G
I don't know why I always complain about something when
C                G
what I got to complain about's nothing.
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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer.

             C               G
I don't know why I always complain about something when
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what I got to complain about's nothing.
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Could help out something, now everything's wrong,
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and no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now,
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not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.