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It's never complete |
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The picture is changing |
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I'm missing a piece |
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Of a puzzle that's fading |
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And the acorn is falling |
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From a tree that I never touched |
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And I've got too many things |
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That never seem to matter that much |
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And on the other side it looks much better |
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And on the other side, everything's there |
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But I never arrive, |
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No I never arrive in this place |
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And what's with it now |
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There's no satisfaction |
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And the rainbows in clouds |
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Are pretty distraction |
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And the Garden of Eden is teaching me greed |
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I learned how to want more than I'll ever need |
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And on the other side it looks much better |
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And on the other side, everything's there |
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But I never arrive, |
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No I never arrive, |
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But I never arrive, |
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No I never arrive in this place |