| I think you thought that I was kidding when we talked all night
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| About music and the way our shadows hit the light
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| And my room is just a playground for lost cause, another conversation I’m not
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| good enough
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| So we talked all night until the sun came up, I think most of the bands you
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| like all suck
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| And I think that maybe you listen to way too much Brand New and Morrissey
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| I’ve spent my summers feeling younger 'cause we never grew up
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| It’s not perfect, I admit it, but it’s good enough
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| I deconstructed myself just to try to be a person somebody else wanted me to be
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| I was wrong
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| And every conversation that we ever had
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| About high school or how much I sometimes miss my dad
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| Or post high school in college when we all got lost
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| And spent some nights I’ve already forgot
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| Like when I thought that I was quitting, just giving up
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| I wrote some words down on a flier at a random truck stop
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| I talked more than I think I ever had
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| I was glad
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| I was glad
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| And all I know, and all I’ve been, it made me better but it took so long to get
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| here
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| And I still fall, and I still talk to you when I feel weak now and then
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| I still care, I just pretend I don’t
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| But some whole days, I think I really don’t
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| I don’t know myself at all sometimes
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| I’m a mess when you are not around
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| Problem is, I like to be alone
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| I’m confused, just like everyone else
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa |