| A mans to keen to sell what I don’t need
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| The rain it falls down up off the street
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| So many people, how do they all exist?
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| It gets me thinking, but I shouldn’t think like this
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| I’m in danger of getting so lost.
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| But then again is that part of the plot?
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| So many people, whose problems I can’t read.
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| It gets me thinking, do they question the same thing?
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| 'cause I can’t take it all in all at the same
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| time, time, time
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| It comes like a flood that swallows you
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| alive, live, live
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| But suddenly it’ll cut you free
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| and point you to an empty space
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| 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece
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| of what is actually happening, actually happening here
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| This woman she has sadness in her eyes
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| They pull me in but I can’t see inside
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| She has a life she leads, but it’s nothing to do with me
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| So how can I understand what I can’t even see?
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| 'cause I can’t take it all in all at the same
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| time, time, time
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| It comes like a flood that swallows you
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| alive, live, live
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| But suddenly it’ll cut you free
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| and point you to an empty space
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| 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece
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| of what is actually happening, actually happening here
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| These thoughts will weigh me down 'til I can’t breathe
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| I’ll slot myself back in the puzzle, where I should be
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| where I should be |