| You started to spiral out
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| The ground’s just a circle in a decaying orbit
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| You tried just to idle awhile
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| Thought if you sat still
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| You’ll blend with the forest, well you don’t
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| Noted another loss
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| Well don’t feel bad, I mean, if you can help it
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| You learn how to document
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| Like bad weather patterns
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| And I guess you can call it
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| «Progress of a kind»
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| Not everybody takes this long
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| I can’t un-see it but man can you believe that we’re here
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| There’s always a try again
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| Well don’t be upset when repeating a formative year
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| Doing the same thing for years
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| Repeating the formative years
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| I try to settle down
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| I fake my death, had no one believe it
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| I fight with the neighbor’s kid
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| I ran over his bike
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| «Well don’t park it behind my van»
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| I became a frail black bird
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| My chest started burning
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| I could die if you squeeze me too long
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| I almost got away with it
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| Starting to deal with the problem
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| So I guess you can call it
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| «Progress of a kind»
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| Not everybody takes this long
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| I can’t un-see it but man can you believe that we’re here
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| There’s always a try again
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| Well don’t be upset when repeating a formative year
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| Doing the same thing for years
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| Repeating the formative years
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| Watch you in the morning come to life again
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| Watch you in the evening fall apart the same
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| Anemic numbers ruling over you and me
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| It’s the reason you refer to them as holding value
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| They don’t
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| It’s unkind how often you’re required to replay
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| Your light, snuffed out, on fire, doused again
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| Somehow you reignite and I’m impressed
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| Not everybody takes this long
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| I can’t un-see it but man can you believe that we’re here
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| There’s always a try again
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| Well don’t be upset when repeating a formative year
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| Watch you in the morning come to life
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| Watch you in the evening fall apart again
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| Anemic numbers ruling over you
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| It’s the reason you refer to them as holding value |