| In a room, in a room
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| It didn’t look like this
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| It had much more lower ceilings
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| And it was delicately lit
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| I couldn’t shake an old girlfriend on my mind
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| Cause I was dancing to our old song with the new one
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| And there’s no room, no room
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| For her inside my head
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| We haven’t spoke for eight years
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| I still feel her fingerprints
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| Cause she, laid-back
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| And I, a little wound
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| She spout her little maxims
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| As she had to calm me down
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| She’d say
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| Go with the flow, with the flow
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| With the path
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| You hope for the best
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| You take what you have
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| And I have a paddle
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| And a bad idea of the wrong way
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| And I heard, I heard, I heard she’s married now
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| There’s no word for the emotion that I felt when I found out
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| It was fiery, but casual
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| Like words put in my mouth
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| An indifference to some news that would’ve killed my former self
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| But no, not now
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| And I hate how that makes me feel
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| It undercuts the present
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| Like my passions aren’t as real
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| Cause time will revise both the perfect and the broken
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| So I have to write a song to keep a snapshot of a moment
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| Go with the flow, with the flow
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| With the path
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| You hope for the best
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| You take what you have
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| And I have a paddle
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| And a bad idea of the wrong way
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| Go with the flow, with the flow
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| With the path
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| You hope for the best
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| You take what you have
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| And I have a paddle
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| And a bad idea of the wrong way
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| And I chose, I chose
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| Self medicating woes
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| Not separating causes
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| From the subsequent results
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| And I know, I know
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| There’s better anecdotes
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| Than choking on the fits and tantrums
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| I would always throw
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| And I hope, I hope
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| That I will always grow
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| But I’m a cut the tongue out of the next one
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| Who says
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| Go with the flow, with the flow
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| With the path
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| You hope for the best
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| You take what you have
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| And I have a paddle
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| And a bad idea of the wrong way
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| Go with the flow, with the flow
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| With the path
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| You hope for the best
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| You take what you have
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| And I have a paddle
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| And a bad idea of the wrong way
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| In a room, in a room
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| It looked a lot like this
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| I told a bunch of strangers stuff
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| I really shouldn’t admit |