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Looking in the wrong direction |
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So I'm getting myself lost |
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Yes, desperation has its cost |
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And I thought I knew better, oh |
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The things I thought |
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The things I wanted to be |
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The things I'm not, the things I'm not |
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And I've come to terms with the lines on my brow |
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And how I put them there myself |
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And I've come to terms with the fact that we |
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Don't get what we want, and that's why we want it from the start |
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That's why we want it, that's why |
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What a beautiful mess you've made |
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Are you proud of yourself? |
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Did you think that you could slip away and stay out of it? |
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So as long as you can stay, nobody's happy now |
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And there's nowhere else to go but down |
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It's too late to be normal |
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It's too late for compromise |
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Throw another log on the fire and cover your eyes |
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I said cover your eyes |
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No it's not a crisis |
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No it's not life or death |
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It's just another day inside of your head |
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Inside your head, inside mine |
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What a beautiful mess you've made... |
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The burden, the blame, the crisis |
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Don't have the strength to stick around |
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Hold it together now |
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Driving down south to recenter myself |
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Don't have the strength to stick around |
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Hold it together now... |
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Hold yourself together... |
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Hold yourself now |
