| I’m lost again
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| Where have my friends all gone?
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| Been chasing stars so long
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| That home feels like a distant memory
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| Guess I can turn my woes into familiar melodies
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| Hey, I wanna set up shop
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| Reach in and grab that mop
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| Clean up the past, say I’m sorry
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| Hey, I wanna eat my fear
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| Fingers, they go in ears
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| La-la-la-liberated
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| Ten thousand words cling to photos of memories
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| Can’t tell what hurts, but you know I’m the enemy
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| Everybody sins, everybody’s volatile
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| Everybody doubts decisions when they’re vulnerable
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| Nobody’s perfect, but everyone’s searching, I’m sure
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| Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy
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| Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive
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| Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady
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| Can’t drag you down, come alive
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| I want you to matter to you
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| Forget those backstabbers
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| I want you to matter to you
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| Forget those backstabbers
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| They say don’t get caught up in regret, learn from
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| Everything you’ve lost, let go of all you’ve done
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| Everybody sins, everybody’s volatile
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| Everybody doubts decisions when they’re vulnerable |
| Nobody’s perfect, but everyone’s searching, I’m sure
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| Hey, I wanna set up shop
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| Reach in and grab that mop
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| Clean up the past, say I’m sorry
|
| Hey, I wanna eat my fear
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| Fingers, they go in ears
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| La-la-la-liberated
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| Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy
|
| Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive
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| Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady
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| Can’t drag you down, come alive
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| I want you to matter to you
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| Forget those backstabbers
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| I want you to matter to you
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| Forget those backstabbers
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| If you feel your feelings
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| Let the feelings heal your fucked up mind
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| Put your palms to the sky
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| And if you need some healing
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| Let the feelings open up your mind
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| Put your palms to the sky
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| If you feel your feelings
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| Let the feelings heal your fucked up mind
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| Put your palms to the sky
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| And if you need some healing
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| Let the feelings open up your mind
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| Put your palms to the sky |