| Yesterday I lost my mind
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| You found it and brought it back
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| An out of shape, not-so-super hero
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| With 38 years of crap
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| But yesterday I lost my mind
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| You found it and brought it back
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| Rain forest dewdrops
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| On canopy birds
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| Traditional explanations will never work
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| We were robbing the bank of our love
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| And it feels like we’re burning money
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| We were raised just to waste what we’re given
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| To laugh as we’re burning money
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| The wasp in the birdhouse
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| Conversations sinking in
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| We’re so terrified
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| To be the people that we’ve been, no
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| And when lies are only lesser truths
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| When we’re left with pictures
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| We were robbing the bank of our love
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| And it feels like we’re burning money
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| We were raised just to waste what we’re given
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| To laugh as we’re burning money
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| Where has the day, where has the day gone
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| Where has the day, where has the day gone
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| The day gone
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| We were robbing the bank of our love
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| And it feels like we’re burning money
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| We were raised just to waste what we’re given
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| To laugh as we’re burning money |