| So this is the end of the movie
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| But real life isn’t a movie
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| No, no, no You want things to be wrapped up neatly
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| The way that stories do You’re looking for answers
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| But answers aren’t looking for you
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| Because life is a gradual series of revelations
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| That occur over a period of time
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| It’s not some carefully crafted story
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| It’s a mess, and we’re all gonna die
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| If you saw a movie that was like real life
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| You’d be like, «What the hell was that movie about?
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| It was really all over the place.»
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| Life doesn’t make narrative sense
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| Nuh-uh
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| (Spoken Interlude)
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| You don’t want to have a baby, do you?
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| No, I don’t think so What are we gonna do?
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| I don’t know
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| (Song)
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| We tell ourselves that we’re in a movie
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Each one of us thinks we’ve got the starring role
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| Role, role, role
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| But the truth is, sometimes you’re the lead
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| And sometimes you’re an extra
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| Just walking by in the background
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| Like me, Josh Groban!
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| Because life is a gradual series of revelations
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| That occur over a period of time
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| Some things might happen that seem connected
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| But there’s not always a reason or rhyme
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| People aren’t characters. |
| They’re complicated
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| And their choices don’t always make sense
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| That being said, it’s really messed-up
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| That you banged your ex-boyfriend's dad
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| Oh, never bang your ex-boyfriend's dad |