| The future brings us kids and death
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| And forward thinking real less
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| But the more I think the less I know
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| For my purpose on this stone
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| I’d like to build my house inside your home
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| Our lives are changing quickly
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| As the winds are catching swiftly
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| Causing chaos and discure
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| I’m so insecure
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| You don’t really know
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| 'Cause I don’t really see you
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| But I’m so immature
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| When I don’t really care
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| I don’t wanna make you choose
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| I don’t wanna let you go
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| But the more I think I’ve had enough
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| The more I think I can’t give up
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| No matter what it is I have to get handle on these fits
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| I feel like I’m about to die alone
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| I’m about to die alone
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| And you don’t really know
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| 'Cause I don’t really see you
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| Oh what good could ever come of this?
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| So out of control
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| Then I don’t really see
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| Maybe this was all a bad connection
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| What good could ever come in this direction
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| I don’t really have a home
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| When you’re away I’m in limbo
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| And I don’t need much when I’m alone
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| But all doors close when I say so
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| And you don’t really know
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| 'Cause I don’t really see you
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| And you don’t wanna see me
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| So what good could ever come of this?
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| Oh what good could ever come of this?
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| So what good could ever come of this? |