| I drove to the arcade, with money and time to waste
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| I’m letting myself let go, reminding myself to play
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| Sometimes you just need a break from reality
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| I’m tired of debating, my mortality
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| I’ve been through it all, scars around my lungs
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| Strange when I exhale… am I having fun?
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| Is this who I used to be, with my mind protecting me
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| All the things I left behind, with my selective memory
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| It’s like going on vacation, guess I haven’t found my place yet
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| Stepping outside of my mind and into self preservation
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| There’s always this moment, those video store trips
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| American pie re-runs make me numb, I don’t want to come undone
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| Till I am not someone
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| I’ve been through it all, scars around my lungs
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| Strange when I exhale… am I having fun?
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| Is this who I used to be, with my mind protecting me
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| All the things I left behind, with my selective memory
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| It’s like going on vacation, guess I haven’t found my place yet
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| Stepping outside of my mind and into self preservation
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| Time out, no I don’t want to face it
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| Fly south, only so I’ll escape it
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| Dive, down, high on a roller coaster
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| Sights, sounds, letting it wash all over me
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| Is this who I used to be, with my mind protecting me
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| All the things I left behind, with my selective memory
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| It’s like going on vacation, guess I haven’t found my place yet
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| Stepping outside of my mind and into self preservation |