| You’ve grown irrational
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| I’m too selfish to let myself flourish
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| Stuck at the bottom yeah
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| But I’m fine with where my whole world is
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| I’d like to think that my body’s out there somewhere
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| Alive and breathing
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| But my soul is a race and you envy the pace
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| Of this life I’m leading
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| Be a little stronger in your mind
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| You can hold the weight of time
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| I try making it easy on you
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| What more can I say or do
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| You only see half of what’s there
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| Just hold on, you know me better
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| Highway love’s gonna mess me up
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| Nights like these when I need your touch
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| Kicking it high in the back of my bus
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| Thinking bout you, while you’re thinking bout trust
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| I’ll be home soon
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| Throwing names and drawing lines
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| Impossible when you mix your jealousy with mine
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| I’m on the phone and you’re hating me
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| There’s a million bottles and I’m trying to free
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| My head of all this chaos
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| There’s a hook but you don’t let me off
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| You don’t take my word for an answer
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| It’s hard to choose from the life I live
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| And the one I love either way I’ll lose
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| I know you’re gonna use this against me
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| I’m stuck with the burden, you’re stuck with the envy
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| Be a little stronger in your mind
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| You can hold the weight of time
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| And if I’m holding you back let me know
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| What’s complicated should be so simple
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| I try making it easy on you
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| What more can I say or do
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| You only see half of what’s there
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| Just hold on, you know me better
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| Highway love’s gonna mess me up
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| Nights like these when I need your touch
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| Kicking it high in the back of my bus
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| Thinking bout you, while you’re thinking bout trust
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| I’ll be home soon
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| West coast days go by so damn slow
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| Caught up in the star glow
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| Your intuition’s problematic
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| When I just wanna lose myself in the city of angels
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| I’m thrown
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| I try making it easy on you
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| What more can I say or do
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| You only see half of what’s there
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| Just hold on, you know me better
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| Highway love’s gonna mess me up
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| Nights like these when I need your touch
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| Kicking it high in the back of my bus
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| Thinking bout you, while you’re thinking bout trust
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| I’ll be home soon |