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I once knew a man who had his whole world in little bags |
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He took them out, and every night he made sure that he felt alive, well rest assured |
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He don't come around here anymore |
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I use to think I'd never be |
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But now it seems that he is me |
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And we all know |
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The story goes |
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We toss and turn and every night, just feel like giving up the fight and I |
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I need a little more room to breathe I never thought I could be 21 and say that I'm still |
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I once knew a girl |
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Who was so caught in her own world |
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She used the drug that she called love |
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It was everything she was dreaming of |
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Until one day her love |
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Got up and walked away |
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What use to be security |
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Just ended her reality |
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And we all know |
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The story goes |
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We toss and turn and every night, just feel like giving up the fight and I |
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I need a little more room to breathe I never thought I could be 21 and say that I'm still waiting now |
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Don't worry because before long, well everything that's right will soon be wrong |
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So, tell me there's more to my whole life than finding ways to stay alive I know that I can't be as desperate as I seem |
