| Tell me all the things I’m supposed to like
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| What you want to hear, what think is right
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| I’m not present, my thoughts are misaligned
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| Cause every time I close my eyes too tight
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| It’s the Fall of 1929
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| A panic, playing out in black and white
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| I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
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| I feel like I am down, I’m down without a doubt
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| I feel like I let down, everyone around
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| I feel like nothing counts, I’m down without a doubt
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| I’ve filled myself with doubt
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| Maybe I was made for normal life
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| Where I’m in at 9 and I’m out by 5
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| And there’s goals, I’d hit them every time
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| I could sell plans of different types
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| To wealthy men and their trophy wives
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| And go home, see the kids at night
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| I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
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| I feel like I am down, I’m down without a doubt
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| I feel like I let down, everyone around
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| I feel like nothing counts, I’m down without a doubt
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| I’ve filled myself with doubt
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing
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| I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out
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| I feel like I am down, I’m down without a doubt
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| I feel like I let down, everyone around
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| I feel like nothing counts, I’m down without a doubt
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| I’ve filled myself with doubt |