| Show me a picture of a perfect life
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| I wanna see it, wanna know what it looks like
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| Anybody got a grip on life
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| I wanna know, call me up, tell me what it feels like
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| I can’t remember what it was to dream
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| I can’t sleep with my soul so unclean
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| Gotta wake up, gotta let it go
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| Maybe I lost my way
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| Maybe I made mistakes
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| Who cares, I coulda quit but I didn’t
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| Maybe I loved too much
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| Maybe I’ve lost too much
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| I’m used… But then, who isn’t?
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| When we talk about the both of us
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| I feel like an old tire on a street bus
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| I’m not bitter, but I gotta pull out my pride
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| Everybody’s got a skeleton
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| In the closet and you gotta live with them
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| Feels like a fishhook in my side
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| Maybe I crashed and burned
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| But look at how much I’ve learned
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| Well, who cares… I’m livin'
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| I have to forgive myself
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| 'cause I can’t be no one else
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| Well, I’m used… But then, who isn’t?
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| I’m used… But then, who isn’t? |