| I’m getting sick of just about everything
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| It’s not unusual to find
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| The ugliness slips too easily
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| Into a troubled mind
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| You try to run from the past
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| But there are some things you can’t leave behind
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| Just like the first time you and I met
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| It’s impossible to outrun the times
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| There’s something between you and me
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| It feels like a new disease
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| It’s gone through all the things I knew
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| And soon, it’ll come for me
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| 'Cause I’m too young to be
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| Part of a dying breed
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| And I’m too young to see
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| That it’s the breed that’s killing me
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| And there’s no easy way to say
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| That I’m leaving you behind
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| So I’ll just bury myself away
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| Into my troubled mind
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| 'Cause in my waking mind
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| Oh, I feel so far away
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| 'Cause in my head these nights
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| Are more beautiful than your days
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| Can you hear me drift away? |