I Hate My Life Tabulatur von Theory Of A Deadman (für Baryton)

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So sick of the hobos 
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Always beggin' for change 
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I don't like how I gotta work 
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And they just sit around and get paid 


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I hate all of the people
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Who can't drive their cars
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Bitch you better get out of the way 
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Before I, start falling apart 


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I hate how my wife
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Is always up my ass
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She always wants to buy brand new things
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But I don't have the cash 


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Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
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I hate everyone to the bitter end
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Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight 
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I hate my life 


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How come I never get laid?
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Nice guys always lose 
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How could she have another headache? 
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There's always some kind of excuse 


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I still hate my job 
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My boss is a dick 
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I don't get paid nearly enough 
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To put up with all of his shit 


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I hate my job, all my rich friends
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I hate everyone to the bitter end
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Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight 
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I hate my life 


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I hate that I can't tell 
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When a girl's underage 
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And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass 
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Then her daddy punches me in the face 


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So if you're pissed like me 
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Bitches here's what you've gotta do 
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Put your middle fingers up in the air 
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Go on and say 'Fuck you' 


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I hate my job, all my rich friends
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I hate everyone to the bitter end
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Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight 
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I hate my life


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So much at stake
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Can't catch a break
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I hate my life 


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No there's nothing new
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And it sucks to be you
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I fucking hate my life