| We are one of the same
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| Our mistakes were made
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| We’re subject to erase this memory
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| You were painting a frame
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| Crammed on a train
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| Where people’s complaints feel like a memory
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| You can’t believe what you see
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| Every day’s a new end of the world
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| You can pray or complain
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| I’ll figure a new way to get on with this day to day
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| All our lives
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| We were always amazed
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| By getting away with
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| Chasing the flames for a good trip
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| You see the mundane ideas
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| The smoke in the trees
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| Don’t terrify me for a minute
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| Fickle assumptions, I figured a temper
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| I’m first with the fingers stuck when it’s the end outside
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| I’ll be the last to quit this
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| I’ll be the last to quit this
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| Grab on to your seat
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| It’s faster than a car crash
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| It’s coming back to me now
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| Matters what’s remembered
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| Pictures of our failures
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| Imagine how you see it too
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| Blinded by the streetlights
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| Buried in the back like
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| I don’t wanna see this, yeah, I don’t wanna see this
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| Matters what’s remembered
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| Pictures of our failures
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| It’s funny how you see it too
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| It’s funny how you see it too
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| Too
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| Too |