| A quarter closer to the end
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| And you sit stone cold, alone
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| Thinking things cannot possibly get worse
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| The neutral walls that won’t forgive
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| The jutting concrete furniture
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| What could have been’s flushed out
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| By flashing white and blue
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| You had eight or nine up you
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| Getting home was love to you
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| Instead got three initials added to your name
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| A picture taken from inside
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| All the charm and the lines
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| Won’t help you reconvert
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| From what you’ve done this time
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| Just when you think
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| That I can’t believe this is happening to me
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| It does
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| It happens to you
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| Used to believe
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| You’re spinning freely
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| Loving me requires a key
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| Left to bathe in your mistakes
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| Loaded with hypocrisy
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| I promise you’ll see
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| That this is never happening to me
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| Because I live
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| I live right now
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| And I can’t see
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| I can’t see
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| See past the thought
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| That nothing will ever happen to me
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| So when it does
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| I won’t see
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| I won’t see
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| Won’t see the truth that has been sitting
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| Right next to me
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| Just when you think
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| I can’t believe this is happening to me
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| It does
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| Trust me, it happens to all of us |