| Counting on, the cracks in the pavement
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| Counting on, till I reach a better place
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| What is wrong, l can’t figure out
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| But I feel all right, feel all right, feel all—
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| Let it out, to find a replacement
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| Let it out, 'cause it’s restless everywhere
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| What is wrong, l can’t figure out, but
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| I’ll be all right, be all right
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| Recalling out, the days I remember
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| Recalling out all the scenes of yesterday
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| Innocent, blue and too young, but I feel so right
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| Feel so right, feel so
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| I’m so high and dry
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| And I don’t even know the reason why
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| How much more will I
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| Be drifting on to try to clean these pile of lies
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| Yeah, yeah, and I’m losing it
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| Yeah, yeah, when I’m choosing it
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| Yeah, yeah, breaking out, out for the better way
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| Calling up the dog days to be
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| Yeah, yeah, can I seize it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, and reveal it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, breaking out, out from the boring days
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| Calling up the dog days to live again
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| Listen up, the man in the corner said
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| Listen up or believe it till you’re dead
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| Know it’s right, l can’t figure out
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| But I feel all right, feel all right
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| I don’t need, I don’t need a perfect life
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| And I know my dreams won’t go anywhere
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| Let it be, but I won’t deny myself
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| And I’ll be all right, be all right, be all
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| I’m so cold and blind
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| And l don’t even know the reason why
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| How much far will l
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| Be drifting onto to try clean these pile of lies
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Calling up the dog days to live again
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| Beaten up, smashed to the ground
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| I never want to die anymore
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| But all those days are yet the most sad we call
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| Where it comes
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| Woah, all the pain all along
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| Woah, hold off the pain and come on
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| Woah, maybe where I belong
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| Now don’t you think so
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| Yeah, yeah, can I seize it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, and reveal it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, breaking out, out from the boring days
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| Calling up the dog days to live again
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| Yeah, yeah, and I’m losing it
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| Yeah, yeah, when I’m choosing it
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| Yeah, yeah, breaking out, out for the better way
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| Calling up the dog days to be
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| Yeah, yeah, can I seize it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, and reveal it, too
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| Yeah, yeah, breaking out, out from the boring days
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| Calling up the dog days to live again |