| Well, they dragged me from the party, kicking and screaming,
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| Clawing at the carpet, chewing up the scenery
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| and talking to my friends with no regard for decency.
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| I couldn’t tell you what I did or what it meant to me,
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| But I keep finding all these pieces,
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| and soon they start to form a picture.
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| and I can understand what I’ve done.
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| But it takes a long time to understand why.
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| You made it home, but I was left on the road
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| to sing songs, drink hard to fight fatigue and the cold,
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| Sleepwalking through the days
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| Just waiting till the clock says it’s time to let go.
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| Till it’s time to give up again and pretend
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| That I’m not bound by habit, I’m not a slave to my needs.
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| I choose to let go, so I must be in control.
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| This must be who I wanna be.
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| But it takes a long time to understand why.
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| It takes a long time to understand why.
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| Constant effort, constant concentration,
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| Constant concern, constant contemplation,
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| Constantly checking my tone for accuracy.
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| I’m constantly defining my inability.
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| It takes a long time to understand why. |
| You know it takes a long to understand why.
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| It takes a long time. |