| the cracks in the street outside this house
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| are not the only thing that misery surrounds
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| i know you hate yourself
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| it’s the only common ground that we can depend on
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| and it kills me to see your face because you never deserved this
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| and while I’m dying at this desk, you’re dying in your head
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| the life you always dreamt; |
| I’m living it instead
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| all the things i thought i earned were never mine all along
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| you emptied every pocket to bail me out of bedford falls
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| and i owe you everything. |
| my life included.
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| for sacrificing happiness while i stay secluded
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| i sailed away from you
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| on a vessel that i made from all the things you gave to me
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| it’s keeping me afloat, but i still worry
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| because I’m treading in this sea of doubt in my self consciousness
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| and all you want is for me to be happy.
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| all the things i thought i earned were never mine all along
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| you emptied every pocket to bail me out of bedford falls
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| and i owe you everything. |
| my life included.
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| for sacrificing happiness while i stay secluded.
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| fucked and complacent
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| condemned to my basement
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| get lost in these tracks while you’re lost on that bridge where you stand.
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| there’s nothing but guilt left inside.
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| you go home and sit alone every night.
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| it never seemed fair to me.
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| i’d be nothing without you.
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| i’d break through the ice and i’d drown in my self-centered abyss.
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| and i’d never have a home without cutting down your branches. |