| We’ve run out of reasons
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| Losing sight of what it’s supposed to be
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| A part time believer to truth
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| Somehow conceded
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| This sense of self evasive solitude
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| It means way too much to me
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| And I hope you know how lucky you are
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| Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony
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| I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones
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| See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
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| So I could show him all the chords that I’ve learned
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| See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
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| Some kind of simple understated life
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| But now I’m living in the shadows of a memory
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| And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh
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| It’s been way too long
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| It seems that I can celebrate my meaning
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| For I am too young, too warm
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| The fib while it leans
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| It pulls and it pushes me
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| Till I wither, till I wither, till I wither
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| And I hope you know how lucky you are
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| Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony
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| I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones
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| See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
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| So I could show him all the chords that I’ve learned
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| See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
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| Some kind of simple understated life
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| But now I’m living in the shadows of a memory
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| And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh
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| No, you dare
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| You run like a lion to defend your senses
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| Even though it seems it cuts to the core
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| It’s not the same my friend no more
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| Oh no, oh
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| See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work |