| Been gone a long time
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| I kinda lost my way, I can’t find it
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| And I caught a short ride
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| To the grave and back this season
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| I can try to get by
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| But every time I start to panic
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| I’m a little bit shy
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| A bit strange and a little bit manic
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| La da da da, da da da da
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| La da da da, da da da da da
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| I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor
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| Cut up by sharper rocks, and washed up along the shore
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| I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand
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| Made its way through my heart, had fun in the promised land
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| On the narrowing line, what a way to sort my troubles
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| In a very short time, gonna pop, better duck and cover
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| Can you figure me out? |
| I got caught like a little kid stealing
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| Did I say it too loud? |
| A bit hard or a little misleading
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| La da da da, da da da da
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| La da da da, da da da da da
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| I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor
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| Cut up by sharper rocks and washed up along the shore
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| I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand
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| Made its way through my heart, had fun in the promised land
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| La da da da, da da da da
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| La da da da, da da da da da
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| I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor
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| Cut up by sharper rocks and washed up along the shore
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| I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand
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| Made its way through my heart, had fun in the promised land
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| I went to a wishing well, I sank to the ocean floor
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| Cut up by sharper rocks and washed up along the shore
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| I reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand
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| Made its way through my heart, had fun in the promised land |