| I can never tell if I should take the things you say
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| With a shaker of salt or just a single grain
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| Maybe I should just shut up and stay in line
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| And wait until the sky decides it wants to rain
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| Maybe I’m missing something
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| Maintaining this romanticized illusion of my adolescence
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| Only makes me more depressed
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| Every other time I speak my mind
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| I feel like I’m some kind of criminal
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| That’s on some six week sentence of house arrest
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| Watching friends abruptly changing like the weather
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| Begs the question that perhaps they weren’t meant to last forever
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| Rotate people in according to the forecast
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| I guess my time is here
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| Swallow up the key that’s underneath your doormat
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| Lightning strikes a branch of the Manson family tree
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| And I’m so sick and tired of the hive-minded vanity
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| And the blind eye that’s turned to the insanity
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| Maybe, this wasn’t meant to last forever
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| Maybe, this wasn’t meant to last forever
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| Maybe, this wasn’t meant to last forever |