| Well I call the doctor for on and off switches
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| That keep coming back til I lost bigger picture
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| I said it before
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| I don’t know what I’m missing
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| My feet are on the floor but I can’t even walk
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| And I say it all the time
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| But I don’t what I’m here for
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| Hard to look alive when the past is the present
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| I’ve been looking for days
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| And counting all of my fingers down into an infinite nothing
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| It’s safe to say that I got caught in the short side
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| Never cared about wronging any of my rights
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| But now I’m thoughtful to stupid back loving to you
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| To thoughtful to stupid to back to loving you
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| Like the first time
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| And you might have thought I shook things out of focus
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| Tried to map things out while I’m blind to the notion
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| That I slip into excess could leave the circle
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| When they try to drag me out its like a new perforation and
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| It’s safe to say I got caught in the short side
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| Never cared wronging any of my rights
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| But now I’m thoughtful to stupid and back to loving you
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| From thoughtful to stupid to back to loving you
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| Like the first time
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| Well I call the doctor for on and off switches
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| That keep coming back til I lost bigger picture
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| Woah all the good ones and all the light talkers
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| Are leaving in the name of my constant celebration
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| And it’s safe to say
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| But now I’m thoughtful to stupid and back to loving you
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| From thoughtful to stupid to back to loving you |