| It’s not your parents
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| It’s not your friends
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| It’s not your siblings' indifference
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| It’s not your job
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| It’s not your boss
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| It’s not the last five years you lost
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| It’s not that girl you could never get
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| It’s not the lover you never met
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| It’s not your stuffy studio
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| It’s not that shitty car you want
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| It’s you
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| You’re the sum of all the mistakes you’ve plotted through
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| The product of all pleasures
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| The situations you should come to
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| The guilt you’ve gone through afterward
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| You’re the reason you don’t sleep well sober
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| The whole of your hangovers; |
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| The measure of your motives
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| And where those motives led
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| It’s not the city you never left
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| That haunted house where you shared a bed
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| What’d that woman say to you?
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| It’s not me, it’s you
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| It’s not me, it’s you
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| It’s you
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| It’s you
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| It’s you
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| It’s no big deal
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| You’re the total of all the trials you’ve been through
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| The remainder of your anger
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| It’s the albatross you’ll never lose
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| That bird’s been on your neck
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| Since you learned the world will always turn against you
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| You choose to live counter-clockwise
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| You’re the time of your life
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| So what’s in that dapper necktie?
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| Raise your cup to the universal shrug
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| Why get so worked up?
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| Just shrug it off, and pass the peanuts. |
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