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Text: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Getting By.

We're caught in a cross roads
Me and my friends
Just trying to figure out
Now what, to do with ourselves
Working my day job
I feel I'm selling out
Steppin up to take my role
As a consumer and nothing else.

I can see the window closing
On all of my dreams
Should I stand and watch them all fade out
Except normality?

I…
I don't care about getting by
No…
No I don't care about getting

Wasting I can't be found again
Wasting I know I'll see you someday
Wasting I know be found again
Wasting I know I'll see you someday..

Now sit there and judge me
For the things that I say
But you don't understand pain
And I pity you anyway
But for those of you who hear me
We are strong
So come and follow me
Somewhere else

Wasting I can't be found again
Wasting I know I'll see you someday
Wasting I know be found again
Wasting I know
Somewhere else

I do not care about getting by....
I do not care about getting by…

Break me down...
Bring me down...
Will you save us?
Will you save us?
Break!
I
I do not care, I do not care…
About getting by