| I spent the night counting down all the cracks in the wall
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| I’ll start having to cope with the fact that
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| I see everything that used to hold my feet on the ground
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| Falling apart around me
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| And everybody knows the world will spin without you
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| And talk about you when you’re away
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| And everybody knows the world will spin without you
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| Your best years seem further away (further away)
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| Maybe this year I’ll get myself off of the floor
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| And try to pretend
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| That things are getting better, that I’m changing
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| But I still feel the same
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| My friends and I still get off on making no sense at all
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| We’ll start having to cope with the fact that
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| All these words that make no sense will be the best I’ve ever said
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| They make sense in my head
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| And everybody knows the world will spin without you
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| And talk about you when you’re away
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| And everybody knows the world will spin without you
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| Your best years seem further away (further away)
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| Maybe this year I’ll get myself off of the floor
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| And try to pretend
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| That things are getting better, that I’m changing
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| But I still feel the same
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| So even if this is the last sunshine
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| Let’s warm ourselves in it
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| We’ll just spend the rest of our days in the shade
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| Maybe this year I’ll get myself off of the floor
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| Maybe I won’t
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| Things might get better, yeah, I might change
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| But I don’t care at all
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| And maybe this year I’ll get myself off of the floor
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| And try to pretend that things are getting better
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| That I’m changing, but I still feel the same
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| I still feel the same
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| I still feel the same
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| I still feel the same |