| Society’s playing jokes on me
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| With the realest tragedies I face
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| Now no matter how black and blue my day gets
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| It’s better than having a lack of inspiration
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| You’ll start to question your purpose and wonder if it’s worth it
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| You take it back for the moment when time has unfolded
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| And you’re still stranded
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| My cup of coffee seems to get colder
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| With every sip I take my days are getting shorter
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| It’s feeling longer drowning out until it’s common
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| And it gets the best of me
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| Make a note to self
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| To send help (Send help)
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| But somehow I’m caught up in the loves I’ve lost
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| And the future I’m fucking up
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| Write home (Write home)
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| I’m chasing these sunsets off the seaway
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| Mark the stone with one last tally
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| If anything I’m leaving Cali
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| Rays from the sun are burning down on me
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| The only water that I’ve got I’ll drink it from the sea
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| Building walls with sticks and rocks before I leave
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| Drifting from my mind it fell so peacefully
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| I look up at the sky and let the rain hit my face
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| And I was perfectly fine, it’s got the greatest of taste
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| The taste of victory in simplicity
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| Forever stranded just like me
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| Make a note to self
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| To send help (Send help)
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| But somehow I’m caught up in the loves I’ve lost
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| And the future I’m fucking up
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| Write home (Write home)
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| I’m chasing these sunsets off the seaway
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| Mark the stone with one last tally
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| If anything I’m leaving Cali
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| Sending help in a bottle
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| Praying that I’ll see tomorrow
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| Just me and this sorrow
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| The truth is hard to swallow |