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Lucy wants to write the next great American novel And she can't even read the bottle She says I might be a genius Well, she could be a model Didn't think I'd get in, so I didn't apply Now I'm a drunk hanger-on Hittin' on the younger guy I buy booze for the Ivy League with my television salary They think they look up to me, ha Well, I was left like coals in leaves And I sparked up in winter's breeze And now I know it's me who's missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out But I was born with my foot in the door And my mind in the gutter and my guts on the floor Holdin' the party line Embarrassed all the time I remember my potential Before I skipped the fundamentals Before I ran from safety Hopin' someone would chase me Well, I was left like coals in leaves And I sparked up in winter's breeze And now I know it's me who's missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out Missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out I've been someone to talk about I wanna be someone to talk to I've bitten off way more than I can spit out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out Missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out I'm missin' out I'm missin' out, out I'm missin' out, out (na, na, na, na, na, na) I'm missin' out, out