| Please don’t look at me when I’m trying to sing
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| I’ll mess up and then shut down
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| And then I’ll probably laugh, but still after the fact
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| It’s so weird that people care now
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| From songs we used to know, to places we still go, we all have things that
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| never change
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| If we’re just messing around, see I don’t come from a big town, so I’m easily
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| entertained
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| Maybe I can find a way back
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| But the fact remains that I feel stuck
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| And always hoping for the best just sounds like desperation to me
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| The TV lights up my room, my thoughts are lighting a fuse, and it’s going
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| straight to my brain
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| They say you die alone, miles from your home, I guess we erase what we can’t
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| face
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| Maybe I can find a way back
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| But the fact remains that I feel stuck
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| And always hoping for the best just sounds like desperation to me
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| Oh yeah, I don’t need much motivation
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| I’ve said, I’ll take the blame for everything
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| Oh yeah
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| (It's hard to get up from here)
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| It’s hard to get up when you feel vacant
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| I’ve been
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| (Laying here for so long)
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| Woken up from my bathroom floor
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| Oh yeah
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| (It's hard to get up from here)
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| I don’t need much motivation
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| I’ve said
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| (Been laying here for so long)
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| I’ll take the blame for everything
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| Maybe I can find the way back
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| But the fact remains that I feel stuck
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| And always hoping for the best just sounds like desperation to me |