I'm almost thirty
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No friends left
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All familiar faces
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Turned into shadows
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My life goes on the principle
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And I follow her
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(Oh-oh)
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I live to learn
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Reduce loss days
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I blow smoke at the ceiling, finger on the trigger
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I want to kill the past with a shot to the temple
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Smoke in the ceiling, thoughts in the corner
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Another day, another lesson
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I'll draw bad thoughts on the window
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And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning,
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And I will leave all the best inside myself
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I'll draw bad thoughts on the window
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And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning,
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And I will leave all the best inside myself
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I'm almost thirty
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And I'm on my own
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blurred faces
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(Persons)
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Now somewhere aside
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(Oh-oh)
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I so often followed the principle
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And blamed everyone but himself
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I live to learn
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Accept this world
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In the meantime
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I blow smoke at the ceiling, finger on the trigger
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I want to kill the past with a shot to the temple
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Smoke in the ceiling, thoughts in the corner
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Another day, another lesson
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I'll draw bad thoughts on the window
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And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning,
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And I will leave all the best inside myself
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I'll draw bad thoughts on the window
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And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning,
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And I will leave all the best inside myself
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(I'll draw bad thoughts on the window)
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(And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning)
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(And I will leave all the best inside myself)
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(I'll draw bad thoughts on the window)
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(And the rain will wash them away with the onset of morning)
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(And I will leave all the best inside myself) |