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Well, the future's got me worried |
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Such awful thoughts |
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My head's a carousel of pictures |
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The spinning never stops |
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I just want someone to walk in front |
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And I'll follow the leader |
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Like when |
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I fell under the weight |
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Of a schoolboy crush |
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Started carrying her books |
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And doing lots of drugs |
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I almost forgot who |
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I wasBut came to my senses |
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Now I'm trying to be assertive |
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I'm making plans |
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Wanna rise to the occasion |
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Yeah, meet all their demands |
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But all I do is just lay in bed |
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And hide under the covers |
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Yeah, I know |
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I should be brave |
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But I'm just too afraid |
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Of all this change |
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And it's to hard to focus |
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Through all this doubt |
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I keep making this ' |
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To Do' list |
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But nothing gets crossed out |
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Working on the record seems pointless now |
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When the world ends, who's gonna hear it? |
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Well, I'm trying to take some comfort |
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In written words |
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Yeah, Tim, |
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I heard your album |
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It's better than good |
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When you get off tour, |
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I think we should |
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Hang and blackout together' |
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Cause I've been feeling sentimental |
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For days gone by |
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All those summers singing, drinking |
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Laughing, wasting our time |
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Remember all those songs and the way we smiled |
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In those basements made of music |
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But now I've got to crawl |
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To get anywhere at all |
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I'm not as strong as |
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I thoughtSo when |
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I'm lost in a crowd |
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I hope that you'll pick me out |
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How I long to be found |
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The grass grew high, |
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I laid down |
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Now I wait for a hand |
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To lift me up, help me stand |
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I've been laying so low |
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Don't wanna lay here no more |
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Don't wanna lay here no more |
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Don't wanna lay here no more |
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Don't wanna lay here no more |
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No more, more |
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But if everything that happens |
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Is supposed to be |
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And it's all predetermined |
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Can't change your destiny |
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I guess, I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe |
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I'll get to where |
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I'm going |
