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I stumble through this godforsaken |
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Uncertain of the path I'm taking |
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But along the way, I make a smile |
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I hope where I end up might be worthwhile |
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Holding in the breath of anger |
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Inside this old refrigerator |
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Those days are gone, there's more ahead |
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So concentrate on what's in store instead |
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A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme |
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Then I find out what I want is something inbetween |
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Waking and repeating my routines |
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Walking circles, talk in circles to me |
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Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools |
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Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool |
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Jumping headfirst into symmetry |
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I am splitting at the seams, hold me |
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In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool |
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This sole reflection is my own / The pool is still until the pebble's thrown |
