| Oh, whoa, oh, oh
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| Oh, whoa, oh, oh
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| Some days, feel my soul has left my body
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| Feel I’m floating high above me
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| Like I’m looking down upon me (Oh, whoa, Oh whoa)
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| Start sinking, every time I get to thinking
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| It’s easier to keep on moving
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| Never stop to let the truth in (Oh, whoa, Oh whoa)
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| Sometimes I feel like it’s all been done
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
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| Sometimes I wanna change everything I’ve ever done
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| I’m too tired to fight and yet too scared to run
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| And if I stop for a minute
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| I think about things I really don’t wanna know
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| And I’m the first to admit it
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| Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice flow
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| I feel like a thief who has no faith
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| Made immortal by the grade
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| Of the drugs he took that day (Oh, whoa, Oh whoa)
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| Sinking in the pain he’s been inflicting
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| Yet he’s feeling like the victim
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| Just a horoscope’s to blame (Oh, whoa, Oh whoa)
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| Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
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| Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
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| Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
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| Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born
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| And if I stop for a minute
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| I think about things really I don’t wanna know
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| And I’m the first to admit it
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| Without you I’m child and so wherever you go
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| I will follow
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| And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles
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| You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls
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| You know me, I gave you more than you can handle
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| But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take something beautiful and
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| vandal on it
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| No more females? |
| Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal
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| It’s like Eve with the apple
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| A priest in the chapel
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| Overcome by the devil’s tackle
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| I’m still shackled the bad til I know
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| I’m such a hassle every time I let my thoughts go
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| I get baffled so I hardly pause
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| I just crossed seas with these gnarly broads
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| Cos it hurts me just to see what I finally lost
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| So I guess I’m just a fiend
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| Consumed by the scene
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| The stage and the screens
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| Where it’s just me and Keane
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| And if I stop for a minute
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| I think about things I really don’t wanna know
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| So I guess I’m just a fiend
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| Consumed by the scene
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| And I’m the first to admit it
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| Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice floe
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| The stage and the screens
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| Where it’s just me and Keane |