| Everybody knows what’s gonna come next in the story
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| It’s so predictable, every story’s the same, it’s crazy
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| Every book on every shelf is the same as everything else
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| There’s nothing different, reliving every single day
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| Oh, the skies, they seem so gray, gray-gray-gray
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| I want something unpredictable
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| You can’t see through it anymore
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| It’s as solid as a door you bang your head on every morning yeah
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| Like the hard, cold walls in your bedroom
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| But it ain’t hollow lik your everlasting gloom yeah
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| Unprdictable, oh
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| Uh-uh-uh…
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| So honey tell me now, what’s so wrong about not knowing how?
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| To stop all the catastrophe, it’s building higher and higher inside of me
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| Every step and every move is synchronized with all the gloom
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| Deafening to hear, riding black horses with no wings
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| Oh, what good does that all bring nothing
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| I want something unpredictable
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| You can’t see through it anymore
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| It’s as solid as a door you bang your head on every morning yeah
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| Like the hard, cold walls in your bedroom
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| But it ain’t hollow like your everlasting gloom yeah
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| Unpredictable, oh
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| Uh-uh-uh… |