| Time, no time
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| For pointless emotion
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| It’s never helped me in this life
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| Oh life, if that’s what you call it
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| But I’ve been thinkin'
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| As I sit here
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| I’m not feeling or dreaming or smiling
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| Forget what was…
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| And I cry out, is this life?
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| …is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Want, I want
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| What everyone else has
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| But first I focus on my needs
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| I need, what no-one can give me
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| Am I too needy?
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| And all I long for
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| Is some clarity, sole and stay focused
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| Is that too much?
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| And I cry out, is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Hope, I hope
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| That I find asylum
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| From all of these thought in my head
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| My head, has grown much too heavy
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| So I’ll just drop it
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| And I confess
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| That security, honesty
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| Are just some made-up bull
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| And I refuse
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| To just fade out, to mess up and all I see is the worst
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| And I cry out, is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Is this life?
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| Is this life? |