| In December I was cold
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| Felt like I got swallowed by the trees
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| January I was filled with hope
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| But nothing changed at all, especially me
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| Lately I’ve been afraid of myself
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| Tried some pills but they didn’t help
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| Who can tell anymore how you’re supposed to be you
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| Really anything’s true
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| Really anything’s gold
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| If you paint it that way
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| I’m needing a statement to make
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| So I wrote out my life as a list
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| Thinking is this shit all there is?
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| In February I was out of luck
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| Cupid couldn’t find my home address
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| August brought a tender kind of touch
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| But lust it soon enough turned to regret
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| Stupid I’ve been abusing my mind
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| Number than ever I’m losing the time
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| And all that I want is to do what’s impossible
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| Heard you got rushed to the hospital
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| I called but the static was so loud
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| Now I’m tracing the streets of our hometown
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| You never know what you’ll miss
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| Til the moment that you’re leaving it
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| It’s been a slow, slow march
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| Waiting for a reason to move
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| It’s been a slow, slow start
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| But I’m hoping that I’ll make it to June
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| It’s been a slow, slow march
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| Waiting for the flowers to bloom
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| It’s been a slow, slow start
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| But I know I could be somebody new
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| Somebody new |