| Nothing like you wish you were, your name is the only thing you’re really sure
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| of, sitting on the wrong side of twenty five
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| You keep your problems buried, oh, so deep, then wonder why you wake up crying,
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| at least the pain means you’re alive
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| 'Cause it’s been months and you’ve had time to face what you’ve been running
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| from, running from
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| Yeah, it’s been months and you can’t find a reason why you’re holding on,
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| holding on
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| Before you went away you said you thought you’d try your hand at being a writer,
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| after all could it really be worse than waking up on Tuesday mornings to sign
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| away your pride for money, at least you’d have your dignity
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| Yet all the while your mind is drifting back to all those nights when you were
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| happy
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| Or at least when you thought you were
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| But nothing here can take away the years you wasted thinking you weren’t lonely,
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| or alone if you’d prefer
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| 'Cause it’s been months and you’ve had time to face what you’ve been running
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| from, running from
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| Yeah, it’s been months and you can’t find a reason why you’re holding on,
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| holding on
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| If all you wanted was somebody to hear you out, to chase away the empty nights
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| of fear and doubts
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| Running away won’t answer any of your prayers, but you’re praying, yeah,
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| you’re praying
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| But who are you praying to? |
| Is it the God you stopped believing in when he
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| abandoned you?
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| 'Cause it’s been months and you’ve had time to face what you’ve been running
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| from, running from
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| Yeah, it’s been months and you can’t find a reason why you’re holding on,
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| holding on |