| When I move forward, I take three steps back
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| Does the world turn on an axis or a track?
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| There’s a time and a place for everything
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| I get seasonal depression in the spring
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| When the flowers come up from their beds
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| They’ll be laughing despite the dead
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| In Canada, in an old forgotten shed
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| There’s a little girl freezing to death
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| In LA, there’s a businessman in bed
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| He’s giving and getting head
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| Yeah, he’s givin' and gettin' it
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| There’s a time and a place for everything
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| There’s the funeral dirge, there’s the wedding ring
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| There’s the way that you like to part your hair
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| There’s the hey, hey, hey
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| There’s the tone that you use with me in the dark
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| There’s the noise that you make when you parallel park
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| There’s the crippling fear that you’ve had from the start
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| And you still can’t fake it, you still can’t shake it
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| You still can’t break the mold
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| It doesn’t matter how you feel
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| It doesn’t matter what is real
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| The best you can hope for anyone is a painless execution |