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Trying to fit within the usual shit |
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But I feel like a square peg in the round hole |
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In a road construction site |
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I'm wound up way too tight |
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Is my beloved city turning on me? |
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[Chorus] |
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So what if I've fallen behind |
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Behind the starting line |
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Because its already over-now |
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In a morning commute/ a jet roars overhead |
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That just took off from the runway at O'Hare |
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Caught in a sea of clock punchers just like me |
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And I feel like I'm getting nowhere |
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[Chorus] |
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I'm starting to feel/ a tight grip at the wheel |
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Two lanes merging but they won't let me in |
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And keeping with tradition releasing CO2 emissions |
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The heavens are burning |
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But how else can I get by? |
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[Chorus] |
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It's over now... |
