| I never saw the ocean that way
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| I never tried to leave
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| I’ve been so down that I could cry
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| I’ve been so up that I was high
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| I never saw the fields that way
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| It’s all beautiful to me
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| I’m feeling anxious more and more
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| I’m staring at the floor
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| I’m staring at the floor so I don’t fall apart
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| I’m not trying for the best days
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| It’s only way I know
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| I’m looking forward to the days and nights, the rumors
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| And the only times I feel like I’m a part of something
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| Is when I’m breaking down to you
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| I swear I’ll always tell the truth
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| And really, I don’t mean to sound so insincere
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| When you were down
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| I tried my best to offer some sort of half-assed conversation
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| But all along, I’ve kind of felt that waking up brings hope to sweat
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| And never digging yourself out isn’t really helping
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| I never cared about the bad days or how they came to be
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| Basements to rooftops, messed up chords
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| I always forgot the words
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| I spend way too much time in driveways
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| But it’s hard to go inside when you realize how good it gets
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| I wish I realized that more
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| And really, I don’t mean to sound so insincere
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| When you were down
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| I tried my best to offer some sort of half-assed conversation
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| But all along, I’ve kind of felt that waking up brings hope to sweat
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| And never digging yourself out isn’t really helping
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| How many times will it take for me to go outside?
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| I can’t relate, and the street just seems so long today
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| You try to change the world and feel useless
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| I’ve gotten good at making excuses
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| I’ve gotten good at making excuses
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| I’ve gotten good at making excuses
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| I’ve gotten good at making excuses
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| I’ve gotten good at making excuses |