| Move along
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| I’m losing patients in myself
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| It’s like I’ll never be quite
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| Happy till I’m underneath
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| Not even 23
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| Secure the bag and leave
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| That’s what they’re always telling me
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| I’ve got to
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| Move along
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| Losing patients in the process
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| Moving with an offset
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| It’s hard to be your own threat
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| Without an outlet
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| I gotta think about myself
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| To reap the profit
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| And all I have today
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| Is what’s leftover from yesterday’s sway
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| It begins to feel the same
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| When I’m left alone with all my thoughts
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| Thinking about the flaws
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| Wishing that I’d just stop
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| But I shouldn’t wanna be this cold
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| I’m searching for some honest growth
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| To pick myself up of the floor
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| And give up on my strife
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| To get on with my life
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| Move along
|
| I’m losing patients in myself
|
| It’s like I’ll never be quite
|
| Happy till I’m underneath
|
| Not even 23
|
| Secure the bag and leave
|
| That’s what they’re always telling me
|
| I’ve got to
|
| Move along
|
| Losing patients in the process
|
| Moving with an offset
|
| It’s hard to be your own threat
|
| Without an outlet
|
| I gotta think about myself
|
| To reap the profit
|
| And all I have to say
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| Is that I’m sick of always living in decay
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| Without a place to breath
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| With everyone around expecting way too much of me
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| String myself along
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| Cuz I’m too worried bout
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| The things I can’t control
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| Watch all the memories in
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| My head just fade away
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| Like autumn leaves lost in the wind
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| Just gone one day
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| (I've got to)
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| Move along
|
| I’m losing patients in myself
|
| It’s like I’ll never be quite
|
| Happy till I’m underneath
|
| Not even 23
|
| Secure the bag and leave
|
| That’s what they’re always telling me
|
| I’ve got to
|
| Move along
|
| Losing patients in the process
|
| Moving with an offset
|
| It’s hard to be your own threat
|
| Without an outlet
|
| I gotta think about myself
|
| To reap the profit
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| So here I go again
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| I’m burning down these bridges just to miss them in the end
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| I’ll try to mend these wounds and make this right
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| I’m sick of running back in time
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| Cuz smoldered ashes never quite reunite |