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Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain
is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on
to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again
the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
to boost your CD sales
(And that CD sells- yeah, what a hit)
You've got to repeat it
you gotta' sink to swim
If at fist you don't succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
'cause we all know art is hard
young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
the comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'til it's all the same old shit

Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in the leaves
in the CD jacket sleeves
tired of entertianing
some double-dipped meaning
a soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
in thirty-one flavors
You gotta' sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta' fake the pain
you better make it sting
you're gonna' break a leg
when you get on stage
and they scream your name
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"

You gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
'cause we all know art is hard
when we don't know who we see

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Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain  
is getting too routine  
the crowds are catching on  
to the self-inflicted song  
Well, here we go again  
the art of acting weak  
Fall in love to fail  
to boost your CD sales  
(And that CD sells- yeah, what a hit)  
You've got to repeat it  
you gotta' sink to swim  
If at fist you don't succeed  
you gotta recreate your misery  
'cause we all know art is hard  
young artists have gotta starve  
Try, and fail, and try again  
the comforts of repetition  
Keep churning out those hits  
'til it's all the same old shit  
  
Oh, a second verse!  
Well, color me fatigued  
I'm hiding in the leaves  
in the CD jacket sleeves  
tired of entertianing  
some double-dipped meaning  
a soft serve analogy  
This drunken angry slur  
in thirty-one flavors  
You gotta' sink to swim  
immerse yourself in rejection  
regurgitate some sorry tale  
about a boy who sells his love affairs  
You gotta' fake the pain  
you better make it sting  
you're gonna' break a leg  
when you get on stage  
and they scream your name  
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"  
  
You gotta sink to swim  
impersonate greater persons  
'cause we all know art is hard  
when we don't know who we see

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