| You try to make me feel stuck while you break into stride
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| But we’re both too stubborn to swallow our pride
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| But I step back and take a look at our lives
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| And realize that mine is one of a kind
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| You wake up, you go to work
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| You fake love you marry her
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| A formulaic purgatory
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| And I know you’ll never learn
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| That you can’t take most things to your grave
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| What do you have when its taken away
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| What warrants my envy
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| There’s no merit for envy
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| I’m done feeling half empty
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| There’s no merit for envy
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| So you try to console yourself through other peoples lives
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| But I’ll I’ll be busy living experiencing mine
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| And by the time we’re old
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| As our lives unfold
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| Will you be able to tell the stories that you could’ve told
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| Years pass, you looking back
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| Blaming her for your regrets
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| You scrutinize the present
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| And that’s what makes up your past
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| And I’m not one to laugh in your face
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| But I told you so would be the right thing to say
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| What warrants my envy
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| There’s no merit for envy
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| I’ve been all that I can be
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| There’s no merit for envy
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| There it is
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| Its plain as day
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| All the envy has turned the other way
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| All you are is a living example
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| Of a life I can never relate to
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| So you try to console yourself through other people’s lives
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| But I’ll be busy living experiencing mine
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| And by the time we’re old
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| As our lives unfold
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| Will you be able to tell the stories that you could’ve told |