| Until one door closes, another won’t open
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| It’s hard to believe when disheartened and broken
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| Too much of our lives contemplating what might
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| make a difference
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| I rewrite the script almost every day
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| The same story’s told with no sign of change
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| When times slipping through your fingers
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| The cloud of doubt begins to linger
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| On all the things I said I should’ve done
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| By the time I’m turning twenty one
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| Do you think about all the time you spend wishing
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| this could end?
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| Longing for a reason to leave this all behind
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| But further down the line and I’m stuck in this skin of mine living some other
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| life
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| Waiting around hoping for something more
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| Still I’m digging myself a hole
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| The further away I go, the more I forget what I’m doing this for
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| Until one door closes, another won’t open
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| It’s hard to believe when disheartened and broken
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| I spill my guts into it
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| Wait around and see what sticks
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| I had my head up in the clouds
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| Never came down to deal with this reality that people talk about
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| As if at my age they had life figured out
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| Too much of our lives contemplating what might make a difference.
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| 'cause I curse myself almost every day
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| Thinking how I nearly walked away
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| Do you think about all the time you spend wishing this could end?
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| Longing for a reason to leave this all behind
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| But further down the line and I’m stuck in this skin of mine living some other
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| life
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| Waiting around hoping for something more
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| Still I’m digging myself a hole
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| The further away I go, the more I forget what I’m doing this for
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| I wanted you to know, I’ll have something to show |