| I know I’m not alone, I made a bed here on my own
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| I have capacity for sleep outside my second floor window
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| But I watch a moon grow, I watch it wane and seem too slow
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| We could embrace this thickening fear
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| Or hide away and just get stoned
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| If nowhere feels like home, I guess it’s just as well
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| We make home inside ourselves
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| Our own persona hell
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| Daydreamer
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| You’re brave, a willing slave
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| A nose bleeder to the grave
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| You won’t indulge yourself in dreams
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| That’s just a week-end gone to waste
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| By a home, fulfill your goals
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| Let your complex ego know
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| You’re so scared to disappear
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| And it grabs you by the throat
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| I’ve spent a lot of wasted time examining the lives of
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| People I assume I’m supposed to be
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| I never meant to break, my friend
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| Eek my way through the present tense
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| It’s carelessness combined with apathy
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| Nowhere feels like home |