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The ache of a thousand nearly nothings |
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Like unrequited love |
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It doesn't mean a single fucking thing |
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The ground has shifted crazy |
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This is where I stand |
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Here I'll stay, still feels the same |
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There's no such thing as guarantee |
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And what I'd give, for just |
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One moment's clarity |
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I can trust not to disappear |
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It's all I've ever wanted |
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It's what I tell myself |
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Call it faith and |
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Think of something else |
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There's no such thing as guarantee |
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Or control when it feels the same |
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I woke up somewhere stupid god what have I done? |
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Not a thing no single fucking thing |
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The ground has shifted crazy |
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This is where I stand |
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Here I'll stay, still feels the same |
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There's no such thing as guarantee |
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Or control when it feels the same |
