| Always. |
| Always, always, always,
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| we breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation.
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| Something always seems to make its way in.
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| and I end up looking paranoid,
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| I call 'em out, you can call 'em out,
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| see if they listen.
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| They never do.
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| Something always seems to make its way in,
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| bad case of day dreams.
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| I do not mind,
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| I will pick from the tree of life all day,
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| everyday,
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| I just need to take a breath and realize that I have got a very big problem,
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| chapped lips unhinge,
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| I’m losin' my friends,
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| I need a break from living older |