| The moon has phases, so do we
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| You can’t control people, places, or things
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| Sleep with your shiny rings or stones under your bed
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| Trip out, knock out, or whatever
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| In the dark, we rearrange things
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| Then we crawl back to the light
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| Everybody deals differently
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| I’m here to tell you that’s alright
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| We’re all exhausted by these existential things
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| Tryin' to find meaning in our hazy, blurred out dreams
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| We talk to strangers looking for some company
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| Basically, we’ve tried everything
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| In the dark, we rearrange things
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| Then we crawl back to the light
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| Everybody deals differently
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| I’m here to tell you that’s alright
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| Blame it on your star sign
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| The concept of time
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| Or the lack of empathy
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| All anybody really needs
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| Is a simply thing
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| That we call sweetness
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| In the dark, we rearrange things
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| Then we crawl back to the light
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| Everybody deals differently
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| I’m here to tell you that’s alright
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| Here to tell you that’s alright
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| Don’t you know that it’s alright? |