| I’d rather be at the bottom of a ladder I want to climb
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| Than poised atop the wrong one, living a lie pretending I’m fine
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| I’d rather be forgotten than remembered for all of time
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| As he who knew the wiser, shunning the signs, repeating the lies
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| Shunning the signs, repeating the lies
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| I had a pocket full of change but I threw it away
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| Spent it on the days to stay the same
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| Ready, aim, set… ways
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| Will I ever change? |
| Do I ever change?
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| If only I could have fallen in a hole that I didn’t dig
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| Then I could find my way out
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| Being so blind and losing my mind
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| If only I was a callous, I would try to feel something new
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| To move me in the right way
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| Sitting alive with feeling the ride
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| Sitting alive with feeling the ride
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| I had a pocket full of change but I threw it away
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| Spent it on the days to stay the same
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| Ready, aim, set… ways
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| Will I ever change? |
| Do I ever change?
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| Empty promises, full of regret
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| Spilling into everything that I have left
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| Anything that I could do to get me back to you
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| The young want to change the world
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| The wise want to change themselves
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| The young want to change the world
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| The wise want to change themselves
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| The young want to change the world
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| The wise want to change themselves
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| The young want to change the world
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| But I just want to change myself
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| I had a pocket full of change but I threw it away
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| Spent it on the days to stay the same
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| Ready, aim, set… ways
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| Will I ever change? |
| Do I ever change?
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| Empty promises, full of regret
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| Spilling into everything that I have left
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| Anything that I could do to get me back to you
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| Get me back to you |