| I’ve been staring back at you
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| With nothing to say and
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| You watch me sit and overthink
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| With no words for the page and
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| Some kinda wall we try to build
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| It’s a troublesome age and
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| I fear of standing up alone
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| With no songs for the stage
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-oh
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| And I’ve reached the top of the mountain
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| The hours it spent and
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| Some mild cloud cover had fallen
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| No view of anything and
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| How would you even know
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| Of any beauty down below
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| The summit was condensation and wind
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| Which isn’t fulfilling
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| And you can see a light in my heart
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| The pieces I’ve yet to place
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| To form something I’m yet to face
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| The smallest thing I can’t seem to kick
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| The smoker’s stuck on nicotine
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| The honey bee neck in coffee drinks
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| And can you feel the moment of truth?
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| We’re hanging on their every word
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| Preaching gospel yet unheard
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| And can you feel the moment of truth?
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| We’re hanging on their every word
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| Preaching gospel yet unheard
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| And please don’t let this worry me more
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| I’m getting greyer everyday
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| Soon I’ll have nothing to say
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| I hope it kickstarts everything
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| I hope it kickstarts everything
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| I think I’m 'bout due for a win
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| I think it’s about time, that I won
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| The Mets are looking at 30 years
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| The Panthers have nothing to fear
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| And maybe it will be their year
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| Maybe it will be their year
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| Maybe it will be my year
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| Or maybe it will be
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| Just more bad luck |