| Late at night, I like to think about the things that I want
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| And what is life, and who is real?
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| Late at night, I like to visualize the girls that I’ve loved
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| And all they did to make me smile
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| On dreary days, I like to think about the joy that I had
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| As a young and reckless kid
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| On dreary days, I used to drown it out, a sociopath
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| ‘Cause I had nothing left to give
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| I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m fighting, I’m fighting, I’m fighting for more time
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| I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging: no more rules
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| ‘Cause I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| When I drive, I like to think about the feelings I’ll have
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| When I learn that I am dead
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| When I drive, I love to fantasize 'bout being a ghost
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| I’ll float through death haunting you
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| I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m fighting, I’m fighting, I’m fighting for more time
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| I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging: no more rules
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| ‘Cause I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m fighting, I’m fighting, I’m fighting for more time
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| I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging: no more rules
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| ‘Cause I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
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| I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind |