| When things have been said so many times
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| You repeat back as if you’re learning lines
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| It’s so easy to fall into this trap
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| 'Cos once you get there, you can’t get back
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| As I get older I wonder what I’ll do
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| When I make my own choices and they say it’s up to you
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| 'Cos right now I’m feeling safe, it’s all the same
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| But in a few years if I’m nowhere, it’s me to blame, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh
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| Picture frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
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| Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
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| Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets prose
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| Dreaming with open minds, repeating back, learning lines
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| Learning lines, learning lines, learning lines, learning lines
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| People around seem to have their heads screwed on
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| But dreaming’s become my life, I’m finding it hard to move on
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| It’d be so easy if I wanted to charter survey
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| Knowing my future down to a year or a day, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh
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| Picture frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
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| Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
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| Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets prose
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| Dreaming with open minds, repeating back, learning lines
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| Learning lines, learning lines, learning lines, learning lines
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh
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| Picture frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
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| Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
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| Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets prose
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| Dreaming with open minds, repeating back, learning lines
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| Learning lines, learning lines, learning lines |