| They don’t know I’m missing
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| I don’t know my way around
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| All these doors they fit in
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| But I don’t live on solid ground
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| No patience in my mind
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| But the voices treat me kind, oh oh
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| I got the shadows on my back
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| Don’t know what it is I’m living for
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| Am I just another complication?
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| 'Cause what happened to the conversation?
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| And I know that I can’t talk, no
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| 'Cause I’ve been searching for a complication
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| Feel the courage kick in
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| As I go out and paint the town
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| 'Cause we don’t know the city
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| So we get drunk and we fall out
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| 'Cause I’ve got no patience in my mind
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| But the voices treat me kind, no
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| I’ve got the shadows on my back
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| Tell me what it is I’m living for
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| Am I just another complication?
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| 'Cause what happened with the conversation?
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| And I know that I can’t talk, no
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| 'Cause what happened with the conversation?
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| Am I just another complication?
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| 'Cause what happened to the conversation?
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| And I know that I can’t talk, no
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| 'Cause I’ve been searching for a complication |