| If you open your eyes to the season
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| Then you’ll find it easy to breathe out and breathe in
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| What sets you apart sets you free
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| Write that down legibly
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| Metaphorically, I threw it overboard
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| Down into the bottom of Lake
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| Michigan
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| You pick up on the lonely, loneliness
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| Of the people all around you but you don’t
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| Know what they’re really thinking
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| No, you will never understand
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| Try to pick apart the lonely, loneliness
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| Of the people that surround you but you don’t
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| Know what they’re really thinking
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| No, you will never understand
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| It’s hard to write down what you’re feeling
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| Everyone’s always getting up and leaving
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| I feel fictional going deeper into daydreams
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| To understand it truthfully
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| I threw it, I threw it, I threw it overboard
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| Down into the bottom of Lake
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| Martinez
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| You pick up on the lonely, loneliness
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| Of the people all around you but you don’t
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| Know what they’re really thinking
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| No, you will never understand
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| Assuming it’s the lonely, loneliness
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| Of the people all around you but you don’t
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| Know what they’re really thinking
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| No, you will never understand |