| I take the long way and then forget to call
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| If there’s a detour, I’m looking that way now
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| If no excuses will put me in the clear
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| I take the easy out, out of here
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| If it sinks in, I’m still all nerves
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| This is a first time, to be unsure
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| Stop your complaining, 'cause it’s draining me out
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| For them it’s freezing, yet you think of yourself
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| Suddenly you want to go hibernate
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| The tables turn now, I’m the one who is late
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| I waver in and out, but try to stay still
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| Then I navigate, right out the windowsill
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| To keep composure, I lose it massively
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| In making sure that no one else will see
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| If there’s one thing I know how to find
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| It’s the escape route out of my mind
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| Stop your complaining, 'cause it’s draining me out
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| For them it’s freezing, yet you think of yourself
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| Suddenly you want to go hibernate
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| The tables turn now, I’m the one who is late
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| I take the long way and then forget to call
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| If there’s a detour, I’m looking that way now
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| If no excuses will put me in the clear
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| I take the easy out, out of here
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| If it sinks in, I’m still all nerves
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| This is a first time
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| Something pulls me back inside
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| Just shy of giving a fuse a light
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| We don’t know how how we do these things
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| Each time it’s done without thinking |