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I'm tired. |
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Cynical and broken, but wiser. |
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Heavy with a sense of resentment,but i used to be so much different, |
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I used to have so much faithwhen |
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I started. |
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You knew that |
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I always meant it. |
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I knew I could make a difference, |
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I struggled to be heardand then finally, one day people started listening.and |
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I knew itbut as soon as it began it was ruined. |
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A slow descent from unique to routine,over and over,"just do it again and this time with feeling". |
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The spotlight. |
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The focus on the friends and the feelings. |
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That made those stupid songs all worth singing. |
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And don't you say a wordunless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed. |
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So we drovefor what seemed like daysover roadsand four lane highways. |
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We said all we had to sayand |
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I realized in time that it didn't mean anything. |
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Never,not ever again. |
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Not like that."It's only a matter of time". |