| I couldn’t plan my life
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| There’s too much to do tonight
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| Let’s talk it through tomorrow
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| The city’s making us alive
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| It makes us scared of growing up
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| Scared of the same purpose
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| Greed made legal
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| With monopolies of violent act
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| In the name of a common comfort
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| Mastering the game named
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| «Sorry you’re not 'cos I’m the one who’s right»
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| Take me away from that
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| Away from that, away from that
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| Uncertainty keeps holding on
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| I might never understand
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| But it’s better than giving you nothing
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| Sincerity keeps growing stronger
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| I might never fully get it
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| But it feels better giving you something
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| We’ll scream it out
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| We’ll paint it over your cars and walls
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| Even if it takes the lifetime
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| Yes, your story is yours to own
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| It is an open door
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| It feels good to be alive
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| To be alive, to be alive
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| No, I can’t grow up
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| Uncertainty keeps holding on
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| I might never understand
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| But it’s better than giving you nothing
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| Sincerity keeps growing stronger
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| I might never fully get it
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| But it feels better giving you something
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| I might never understand
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| But it’s better than giving you nothing
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| I might never fully get it
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| But it feels better giving you something
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| I might never understand
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| But it’s better than giving you nothing
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| Feels good to be alive
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| To be alive, to be alive
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| No, I can’t grow up |