| You contrast and compare
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| Between the busy ones and the ones who don’t care
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| Until there is no one
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| That you really know
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| So I drift through these days
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| Of appointments and promises made
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| They will all end up broken
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| And quickly replaced
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| Weeks are slow, days drag on Even practice and parties seem long
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| But I find myself going
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| I guess there’s nothing to do, oh well
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| Group of kids, line of cars
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| More will show up after the bars close
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| There’s this boredom that drowns everything
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| Bottles break, music plays
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| Conversations competing for space
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| I look for a corner or a quieter room
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| There’s no heat in this house
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| I can’t breathe with these words in my mouth
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| But I’m not going to say them
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| Yeah, I’ve made that mistake before
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| On the stairs, she grabs my arm
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| Says whats up, where you been, is something wrong?
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| I try to just smile
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| And say everything’s fine |