| «Missing Hours»
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| I’ve started now to wonder where I’ve been
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| Running dry on confidence again
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| So I turn to comfort I’ve found in, a chemical
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| Everything around me starts to change
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| I can feel my conscience rearrange
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| The person everyone needs me to be… ephemeral
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| And I don’t really want to feel like this again
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| Feeling like it’s all my fault
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| The paradox is warring in my skin
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| And I can’t let it go
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| All or nothing
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| All or nothing I’ve been told
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| You can’t be something
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| You can’t be something you don’t know
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| I’ve been told that I don’t care enough
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| Honestly I really don’t give a fuck
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| Yet I do my best to suck it up and move along
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| I drink a little golden therapy
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| Sing another broken melody
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| The person everyone needs me to be… I don’t belong
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| And I don’t really want to feel like this again
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| Feeling like it’s all my fault
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| The paradox is warring in my skin
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| And I can’t let it go
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| All or nothing
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| All or nothing I’ve been told
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| You can’t be something
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| You can’t be something you don’t know
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| Well I can, and I did, now you know
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| All or nothing
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| All or nothing I’ve been told
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| You can’t be something
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| You can’t be something you don’t know
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| All or nothing
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| All or nothing I’ve been told
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| You can’t be something
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| You can’t be something you don’t know
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| Well I can, and I did
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| Well I can, and I did, now you know |