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Find myself singing the same songs |
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everyday |
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Ones that make me feel good |
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When things behind the smiles ain't ok |
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Around and over and in-between the seas |
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I need to be on top of a mountain |
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Where I can see everything |
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Cause this paranoia's getting old |
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Now as I open my eyes to start |
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another day |
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I'm in a pile of puke |
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Empty bad of excuses |
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My love for friends and family |
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you know I need them |
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And under a sun that's seen it all before |
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My feet are so cold |
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And I can't believe that I have to |
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bang my |
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Head against this wall again |
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But the blows they have just a |
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little more |
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Space in-between them |
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Gonna take a breath and try again |
