| Get up, start living
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| In my head, repeating
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| I tried praying, I tried drinking
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| Wasted youth of a generation
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| Hey there darling did you ever think of me
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| With the meter running, crawling in the backseat
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| I searched so long for something worth keeping
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| But it’s right there it’s mine for the taking
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| I feel my heart race like hell and I can’t move an inch
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| So take me higher
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| Every time I turn my back you’ll say
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| That life works out in all the simplest ways
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| And I recall the days when I could take the pain
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| But sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Some might say I never ever had a chance
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| Still writing songs of heart ache and bad romance
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| But I dreamt of space and time disappearing
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| A place where I could let it all sink in
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| I got this feeling beneath my skin I just cannot shake
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| So take me higher
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| Every time I turn my back you’ll say
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| That life works out in all the simplest ways
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| And I recall the days when I could take the pain
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| But sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Sometimes I feel that I might break
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| So take me higher
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| Take me higher
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| Every time I turn my back you’ll say
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| That life works out in all the simplest ways
|
| And I recall the days when I could take the pain
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| But sometimes I feel that I might break
|
| Every time I turn my back you’ll say
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| That life works out in all the simplest ways
|
| And I recall the days when I could take the pain
|
| But sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Sometimes I feel that I might break
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| Get up, start living
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| In my head, repeating
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| I tried praying, I tried drinking
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| Wasted youth of a generation |