| So take a second and hear me out
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| Do you ever question what life is about and do you let the lack of answer fill
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| you up with doubt
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| I’m a ghost without a home
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| No skin and bone to call my own
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| Am I cursed to roam this field alone with nowhere else to go
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| Are we all doomed to this, always troubled existence, a life so inconsistent
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| Still braving this raging storm, will our minds ever find the shore
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| In a boat without an oar screaming what are we here for
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| «Everyday is a bad day» sticks
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| When all I need is another hit
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| Do I need to confess my sins
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| Or just say I’m gonna quit
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| Medication can only go so far
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| To hide my weathered battle scars
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| So I drink to not feel real
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| In a place anywhere but here
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| Are we all doomed to this, always troubled existence, a life so inconsistent
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| Still braving this raging storm, will our minds ever find the shore
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| In a boat without an oar screaming what are we here for
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| In our time we’re put to the test
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| It’s up to us to figure out the rest
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| How am I supposed to feel like I’m blessed
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| When all I do is dwell on my regrets
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| Are we all doomed to this, always troubled existence, a life so inconsistent
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| Still braving this raging storm, will our minds ever find the shore
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| In a boat without an oar screaming what are we here for
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| Still braving this raging storm, will our minds ever find the shore
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| In a boat without an oar screaming what are we here for |