| The places I remember are getting worn and withered
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| My heart’s the picket fences and needs a little mending
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| Am I not everything you thought I should be?
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| The faces in the picture are burnt just like the real ones
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| Our skin is the exposure it’s gotten so much older
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| But am I not everything you thought I should be?
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| This life long competition still reeks of repetition
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| I’ve failed at everything I tried to do My life plays in front of you
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| And now I’ve realized there’s nothing left for me to hide
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| I’ve opened myself enough for the world to see my guts
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| Where are you now? |
| and where have you been?
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| Everything and everyone, Everything and everyone
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| Must come to an end
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| The children in the school yard have grown so cold and tired
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| The shift is almost over I’m praying I don’t get fired
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| Life isn’t everything I thought it should be The bills left on the table will be payed if I was able to Work a few more hours, my life has grown so sour
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| Because I’m not everything I thought I could be This life long competition still reeks of repetition
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| I’ve failed at everything I tried to do My life plays in front of you
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| And now I’ve realized there’s nothing left for me to hide
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| I’ve opened myself enough for the world to see my guts
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| Where are you now? |
| and where have you been?
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| Everything and everyone, Everything and everyone
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| Must come to an end
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| The places I remember are getting worn and withered
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| My heart’s the picket fences and needs a little mending
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| Am I not everything you thought I should be? |