| Remember when we painted the bedroom?
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| How it felt like a beginning?
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| I thought maybe we’d be clean then
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| Guess I was always an idealist
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| But sadness is hardly an art form
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| And it does get better
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| When you cut through the jungle of people
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| That just don’t care
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| Do you see yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| Do you see yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| Remember the night of the car wreck
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| Everybody had broken bones
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| You didn’t recall it ever happening
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| You fell asleep for years
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| I know it’s hard, you stay stagnant
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| But put it back together
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| When you cut through the jungle of people
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| That just don’t care
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| Do you see yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| Do you see yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| See yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| See yourself,
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| Climbing out, climbing out?
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| Nothing’s gonna change
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| If you’re always standing still
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| So, come on
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| Nothing’s gonna change
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| If you’re always standing still
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| So, come on
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| Nothing’s gonna change
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| If you’re always standing still
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| So, come on
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| So, come on |