| A friend of mine he pointed out to me
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| That who I’ve become
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| Is not the same person that I used to be
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| A friend of mine he pointed out to me
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| That I’m not the same as I used to be
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| And y’know he made me think twice about who I am
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| And now I think of how I lived my life
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| Sitting on the corner under the street light
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| What would I change?
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| What would I want to stay the same?
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| And I’ve decided that I won’t decide
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| So I 'll sit on the curb watching the cars roll by
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| Who the hell needs self doubt
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| When it’s always the same shit that goes around town |