| A room full of people, too anxious to mingle
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| My brain yells at me, «It's the perfect time
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| To get existential, your body’s a rental»
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| Push back, tell myself that I’m just fine
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| More people show up, I think I might throw up
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| Go out for some fresh air to clear out my mind
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| There’s more people out there, this shit is a nightmare
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| I wanna go home, but I’ll piss off my ride
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| (So I’ll just keep drinking)
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| And hope for the best
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| Let my brain do the rest
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| Man, fuck it, whatever, I guess
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| Sometimes I think I’ve wasted my whole life
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| Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
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| A part of me figures there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became
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| this year
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| Fuck, is that the first place I go?
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| Why can’t I, for one night, let this roll off my shoulders?
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| Damn, this is bleak
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| I know I’m not this weak
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| I thought people got wiser when older?
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| Then again, I think I’ve wasted my whole life
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| Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
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| A part of me figures there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became
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| this year
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| I wonder if my parents know why I’m a recluse and I don’t leave my house on
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| most days
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| When my friends ask if am all right, I lie straight to their faces and say I’m
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| okay
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| I just want to be a normal person
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| Or anything but me
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| Stuck in a room full of people, too anxious to mingle
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| My brain yelling that «it's the perfect time
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| To get existential, your body’s a rental
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| And something is wrong, I think you might be dying»
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| (Oh no)
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| (I just want to be a normal person
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| Or anything but me)
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| (I just want to be a normal person)
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| To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a
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| whole lot of beer
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| (Or anything but me)
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| A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became
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| this year
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| (I just want to be a normal person)
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| To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a
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| whole lot of beer
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| (Or anything but me)
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| A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became
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| this year
|
| (I just want to be a normal person)
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| To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a
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| whole lot of beer
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| (Or anything but me)
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| A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became
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| this year
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| I think that I’ve wasted my whole life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Corner's Dilemma , by - Free Throw. Song from the album What's Past is Prologue, in the genre Панк