| If I think about it, I am successful, as it were
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| I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world
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| And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger
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| I guess I’m one of those guys who gets better looking as they age
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| And even though I have felt beaten down by constant doubt
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| Depression, and confusion brought about by people’s actions, death,
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| and tax forms
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| I keep getting up. |
| And I am loved by all my friends and family;
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| Though, there have been lots of raised eyebrows
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| And concerned glances lately
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| It doesn’t matter to him
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| I could be anything
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| But I could never win his heart again
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| It doesn’t matter to him
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| He took away my AAA pass
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| I am invisible to him
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| And now I feel the soft, pink flesh of my heart hardening
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| To the countless possibilities contained within each day
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| Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent light
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| Which, as you know, makes everything look bad
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| I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant
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| How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next
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| And the worst part is that, even if I got an answer right now
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| It would not change anything because we have become two strangers
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| It doesn’t matter to him
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| I could be anything
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| But I could never win his heart again
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| It doesn’t matter to him
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| He took away my AAA pass
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| I am invisible to him |