| My inadequacy, it drips away
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| So place a towel right under me
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| 'Cause in that room I was not me
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| I played a part, that was my last scene
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| All I seem to be thinking 'bout
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| Is everything but the here and now
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| Losing sight of the sights and sounds
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| Of everything that I care about
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| Remain calm or at least for now
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| Grit my teeth and just wait it out
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| And staring at ceilings I bare in mind
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| I’ve made these plans, like, at least three times
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| I am on loop, long to break the tape
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| But no one does anything any more these days
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| All I seem to be thinking 'bout
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| Is everything but the here and now
|
| Losing sight of the sights and sounds
|
| Of everything that I care about
|
| Remain calm or at least for now
|
| Grit my teeth and just wait it out
|
| All I seem to be thinking 'bout
|
| Is everything but the here and now
|
| Losing sight of the sights and sounds
|
| Of everything that I care about
|
| Remain calm or at least for now
|
| Grit my teeth and just wait it out |