| Sometimes I feel like a criminal
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| Feel like a castaway
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| This world keeps changing and I can’t keep the pace
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| It’s like a race, I didn’t know I was running
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| But there are some things like rudders in a storm
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| Someone to keep you warm
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| A friend to raise a glass, to take off your mask
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| And tell the truth and just be you
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| Oh yeah alright, trying to make sense of it all tonight
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| Oh no, here we go, it won’t be the last time
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| Shouting and struggling and feeling like you’re nothing
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| Trying not to give in, not to take it on the chin
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| Trying to wear your thickest set of skin
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| Music, it makes you feel good, makes you feel understood
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| Like you’re not alone, you’re not a rolling stone
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| Not the only one on the road
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| Oh yeah alright, trying to make sense of it all tonight
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| Oh no, here we go, it won’t be the last time
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| It all seemed pretty plausible, but it became impossible
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| The promises you made, the ones you got betrayed
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| And all the things that you still don’t know at the end of the day |