| You’ve waited your whole life in a jar
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| Complacent, gazing up at the stars
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| You count and count until there’s nothing left
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| 'Cause if you land on one, the rest are dead
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| And all the ripples in the universe
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| Are the wrinkles forming on your skin
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| From throwing your tomorrows to the wind
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| We can’t pretend
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Until our aspirations turn to dust
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| Dreams overhead
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| Out of time, can’t decide on who to be
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| 'Cause one life’s not enough, oh
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| The spark fades, the spool unwinds
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| A truth as certain as the changing tides
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| Don’t go wasting your youth on a stifled plot
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| Just take hold of the fruit before branches rot away
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| Eclipse your fate
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| We can’t pretend
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Until our aspirations turn to dust
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| Dreams overhead
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| Out of time, can’t decide on who to be
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| 'Cause one life’s not enough, oh
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| Approaching the edge
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| You carry on with your collection of regrets
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| Singing a swan song from the comfort of your bed
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| Until it dawns that there is nothing left ahead
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| Just the end
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| (Just the end)
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| We can’t pretend
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| Until our aspirations turn to dust
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| Dreams overhead
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| Out of time, can’t decide
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| 'Cause one life’s not enough, oh |