| Sometimes I wanna take the car out on the road
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| Flip it into park and smash myself
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| Into a million little pieces
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| I’m tired of knowing what about myself is wrong
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| But never mustering up the control
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| To really try and change it
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| I walk outside and people say, «Hey!»
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| And sometimes I just wanna say
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| «Hey! |
| Go away! |
| Go away!»
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| So I guess I better stay inside
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| I heard that if you just sit on a chair and think
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| Of focusing your nervous energy
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| On the beauty of breathing
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| You could live a life on real tranquility
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| But I just thought of every stupid thing
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| That’s been keeping me from sleeping
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| I close my eyes and it won’t go away
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| I plug my ears but they’re ringing out
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| «Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey!»
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| It keeps me from believing
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| That maybe someday the thing will work
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| Maybe I won’t feel like a jerk
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| Maybe the words I say will stop coming out weighted
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| Maybe some day I’ll wanna breath
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| And maybe the people that I meet
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| Won’t lead to a certain future where
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| I’m betrayed and
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| I’m so jaded yeah
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| I’m so jaded
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| And that’s why I’m so fucking sad |