| I was on path but it started to get old
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| Thought about the past and it started getting cold
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| And I don’t mind the rules just as long as I’ve been told
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| But living on the edge is starting to get dull
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| And I don’t really mind being the safe bet
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| It’s just that my brain is always messing with my head
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| Tell me to go fast when I need to take it slow
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| Telling me I’m good when I’m losing control
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| I still smile while it all falls down
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| And I’m done trying, trying to make it rhyme
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| Living in the memory of another woken dream
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| Never been the type to go breaking the law
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| Don’t know if what I see is actually what I saw
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| And I’ve been hearing things since the day that I was born
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| But voices in my head are louder than I let on
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| And I don’t really mind life being so mundane
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| But there ain’t nothing wrong with me walking in the rain
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| And there ain’t nothing gone but my will to hold on
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| So I don’t wanna stop living life until it’s gone
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| I still smile while it all falls down
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| And I’m done trying, trying to make it rhyme
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| Living in the memory of another woken dream
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| Have another round cuz the night is young
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| Make a toast to the rising sun
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| Can’t change the past cuz what’s done is done
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| And I’m done trying, trying to make it rhyme
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| And I’m done trying, trying to make it rhyme
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| Living in the memory of another woken dream
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| Losing my mind feels good sometimes
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| Losing my, losing my
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| Losing my mind
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| Losing my, losing my
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| Losing my mind
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| Feels good, feels good
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| Feels good sometimes
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| Losing my mind
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| Feels good |