| I know that everything’s alright, even when it’s not
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| They say that lies are only lies if you’re getting caught
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| Not the type of guy to reminisce on days past
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| These days I’m lost in that playback
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| After the days were played track (played track)
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| Before MP3s, I would sleep with my DiskMan, 'phones bumpin
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| Something 'bout that sound that made it personal
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| I started hoppin emotional hurdles, writing in journals
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| It made me though I had something to say
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| I will take those words to the grave
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| Yeah, still afraid to speak, a work in progress
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| A constant battle, trying to be something I’m not yet
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| I got this fear in the gut
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| That the drugs and the women and the love can’t cover up
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| Can’t cover up, uptown
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| Where I found my life and tried to sober up
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I don’t want to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I’m afraid to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight
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| This is my city (my city)
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| My love, my hope, there’s no free rides
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| Misdirected my soul, you roll with me
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| Until I found my way back home through the street lights
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| I used to think this whole goal was to be right
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| But I was wrong, see the things that mean most in life
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| Are what make you feel truly alive
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| Now turn that volume up and drive
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| Yeah, we used to drink 40 ounces at the park, start shit
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| And try and pick apart the meaning of the universe
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| Now we try and get pussy downtown
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| And try and pick apart the message of my newest
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| Verse, I don’t know if I’m cut out for this
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| Cause those days, those days were so simple
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| So simple, so, so simple
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| I just turn that music back on and let it go (let it go)
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I don’t want to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I’m afraid to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight
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| See I’ve been dealt these cards and I haven’t felt this far away from love
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| since the detox
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| And on a suicide watch, they take the laces out your Reebok’s and we talk life
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| like it’ll last forever
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| Yeah, now be a dissuader, grab the things to get better
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| And I don’t wanna look back because I don’t know
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| No, I don’t know how it’s gonna go
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| Downtown where I found my soul, yeah I found my soul
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I don’t want to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight
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| Walking down Fremont on the wrong side of the seesaw
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| Like do we need god?
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| Cuz I don’t want to be wrong, and I’m afraid to be right
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| I just wanna be gone, gone tonight |