| Things lately all seem so tragic
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| The self-destruction's been gathering
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| Memories I’m hardly fathoming
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| Did they happen to me or someone I used to love that sounded like a piece of me
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| leaving?
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| Every seven years, these cells are replaced
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| My body is part soil, part water, part garbage, maybe part you
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| Where did the DNA information travel?
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| Did I hold on too tight?
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| Did I harbor it?
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| I don’t know
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| Have I grown to love the world around me because I built it?
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| Did I allow myself to experience life or just an echo chamber for the wicked?
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| I guess I never asked what would happen if the doctor got sick
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| Because to me, healers were never people, they were part of a service,
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| and now I’m scared I’ve abused it
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| So where do good people go when they die, the ones you reject?
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| I wish you would disappear again so I could find myself
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| I’ll swallow my pride if it means I wouldn’t be so afraid of hell
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| Embellished or simply untrue
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| When I look into a mirror, can I still say, «I love you»?
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| Whatever whispered back «I love you, too,» was my reflection ashamed of the
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| words I’ve shared?
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| When I turned on myself, will there be another pain to bear?
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| And with all of this, I keep the curtains shut
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| The sun reminds me of better days
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| I don’t think about it too much
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| I keep my heart in my back pocket and my mind trapped in the strain
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| And now I just take it day by day
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| I miss looking up to Bill Cosby
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| I miss innocence
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| I miss being selfish
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| I miss Gene Wilder and Garry Shandling
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| I miss being afraid of marijuana
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| I miss when my friends hated me
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| I miss Jersey Shore
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| I miss being afraid of the dark
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| I missed my grandma’s funeral to play music for 15 kids
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| I miss not having to hate myself to feel like I’m balancing out the score
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| I miss not being sick
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| I miss the pity I got when I was sick
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| I miss loving those around
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| I miss embracing hope
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| I miss when my heroes seemed perfect, but thank God they’ve been called out,
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| 'cause I’m not living in the sickening ignorance
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| I miss me
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| I miss myself
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| I miss feeling lovely
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| I miss feeling loved
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| I miss feeling love
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| I missed three calls from you because I was watching TV
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| Not even a show I liked, just a show that I got sucked into
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| One of those shows about home renovations
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| I hated it, but I had to know if the seafoam tile in the bathroom would come in
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| under budget
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| I miss the bad weather
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| I miss excuses
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| I miss the smell of a dinner being cooked for my whole family under one roof
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| I miss blank stares from across the room
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| I missed my moment to love you the right way the first time and I’m still
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| beating myself up for it
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| I miss a lot of things
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| I miss nothing
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| I miss the nothingness that comes with missing nothing
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| But I miss the something I feel when I miss something
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| Or everything, or nothing
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| I miss skating
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| I miss watching you sing, even though I never heard you do it before
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| I miss those nights when my knees would hit the bedroom floor, 'cause I still
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| believed in the power of praying
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| I miss the days where I didn’t believe in prayer at all, 'cause there was no
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| guilt
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| I miss watching Boy Meets World with my babysitter
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| He’s the one who showed me P.O.D. |
| and since then, I’ve been much happier
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| I miss me
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| I miss myself
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| I miss feeling lovely
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| I miss feeling loved
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| I miss feeling love
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| And someday, when my bones are dust, and my DNA’s been spread through the
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| garbage behind your house, I hope you also miss me
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| The first time one of my friends started smoking cigarettes I thought, «This is the end of him, he’s gonna lose himself in this»
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| Not realizing a pack a day was common for the people around me
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| I was just blinded to it 'cause it never happened in my own family
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| And I was afraid of perspective
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| Now I’m afraid of perspective
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| And I’m afraid of perspective
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| And I’m afraid of perspective
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| 'Cause it’ll chase me
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| «If it is human nature to reject struggle, then I reject nature.
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| We have become so soaked in irony, we are starting to drown.»
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| Death is not a moment in our lives
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| Death is constant
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| And our lives are a moment
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| So when we choose to spend our lives hating someone else
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| It’s a moment
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| We hate something we see
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| In ourselves |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just How I Feel, Pt. 4 , by - Hotel Books. Song from the album I'll Leave the Light on Just in Case, in the genre Иностранный рок