| You always get nervous in this light
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| It must be something from childhood
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| Some great repression, don’t you think?
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| And what was the catalyst?
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| So many seeds of the 1980s
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| Have grown into gardens
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| In your adult mind
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| But, you never tended to them
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| And you let them all die
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| In the drought of 2005
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| You’re inclined to sell everything
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| And move to the city
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| A mislocation
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| And you know that you have
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| Felt this way from the start
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| And you can’t remember if it was
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| Your head or your heart
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| But you understand the ramifications of both
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| This is a word from someone who’s been there
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| And someone who can understand your plight
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| And I know that it gets lonely
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| It gets lonely for us all
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| I promise that it all gets easier with time
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| You’re just having trouble connecting the lines
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| The government’s not a part of this
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| There’s no paperwork for how you’re feeling
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| Color charts and seismographs and atlases
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| Can’t triangulate your whereabouts
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| Your mental state, your complicated disarray
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| This is a word from someone who’s been there
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| And someone who can understand your plight
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| And I know that it gets lonely
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| It gets lonely for us all
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| This is a word from someone who’s been there
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| And understands the art of the sleepless night
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| And I know that it gets lonely
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| I know that it gets lonely
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| I know that it gets lonely
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| I know that it gets lonely |