| You’ve changed so much in so little time
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| What happened to your passion and drive
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| For living life and living it out
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| Has this all change from subtle doubt
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| Skeptical, you play the skeptics role
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| Excusing blame, denying guilt
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| You fame yourself with apostasy
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| And then redeem yourself with mediocrity
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| It’s only temporary, it seems like
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| Until the blindness is your sight
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| When you think of what you used to have
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| Do you believe that you never had
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| Anything, nothing absolute
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| Not even God, not even truth
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| And I would reach out to you
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| But that’s the last thing you want me to do
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| Sleep tight as you’re drifting away
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| To wake up one morning and find
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| That all of the feeling is gone |