| So I’m playing the same chords again
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| I know I need to get lost in the moment
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| But I get lost before it begins
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| Fingers stretching out into space
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| Reaching as a thought slips away
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| It’s been so long since I’ve done what I should
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| That I forgot what I’m supposed to do
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| Realistic goals
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| Feels amazing to set them
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| Like shit when you don’t follow through
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| Or even make repeated attempts
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| Your paranoia’s got you verklempt
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| Song of the year of the century
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| I wanna wake in a new country
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| One without fear of my enmies
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| Coming at me in my sleep
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| I tried to rid the sunshine from the morning
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| Right over the 8 PM hump
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| Six miles later, I’m drinking a tallboy
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| And rolling another one up
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| Forgive yourself for not being good
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| Chase the morning wrapped in a hood
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| Rinse and repeat
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| And think of anything else
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| Tomorrow when you run along
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| The second fence they built on Suicide Bridge
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| I guess people just kept jumping off
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| Even if we all understand
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| There’s people that wanna see you again
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| There’s people that wanna see you again
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| And don’t care if this fucking place is a shit hole
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| Song of the year of the century
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| I wanna wake in a new country
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| One without famine or poverty
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| No elite
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| Song of the year of the century
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| Good if you’re not really listening
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| Bad at affecting reality
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| Covid a million
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| Dinosaur flu
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| I’d lick the floor if I got to see you
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| Caring makes you feel like a chump
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| When you see someone else
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| Who doesn’t want to |