| Hey future, you’re not my friend
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| You are far away from here
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| But close enough to fear
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| I think I think too much in the end
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| Of the footprint I will make
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| And every step I’ll never take, oh
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| Please future, give me more time
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| Please, you show me how I, I, I’ve been
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights
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| Because I’m terrified of the unknown tonight, tonight
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| Wish I could live what I preach and be done
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| But I am imperfectly just someone
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights
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| Hey future, I’m wondering why
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| Why it’s been my necessity
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| To be my worst enemy
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| But I’m finding so much to glorify
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| 'Cause with all of this room to grow
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| I know I’m loved even so
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| Please future, give me more time
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| Please, you show me how I, I, I’ve been
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights
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| Because I’m terrified of the unknown tonight, tonight
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| Wish I could live what I preach and be done
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| But I am imperfectly just someone
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights
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| Because I’m terrified of the unknown tonight, tonight
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| Wish I could live what I preach and be done
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| But I am imperfectly just someone
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| Hiding behind microphones and lights, and lights |