| I guess I’m overjoyed
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| It never mattered to me
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| I guess I’m just a boy
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| It never mattered to me
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| Cus when your out of reach and out of touch
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| I know this much
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| It’s easier to bare
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| Depression is a liar
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| When its pressed against your will
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| The pressure of it kills any desire
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| To believe and aspire
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| Then it leaves you admiring the still
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| Eyeing from the sill
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| Exiled from societies mills
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| Sits a child you can’t fill with anxiety pills
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| A smile
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| A file full of therapy
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| A mile for a man with his hands full of family
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| I guess there’s more to life
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| It never mattered to me
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| You know I’m sure right
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| It never mattered to me
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| Cus when your out of reach and out of touch
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| I know this much
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| It’s easier to bare
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| And the deceiver is here
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| Feel the grieving the teeth
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| Cleaving any reason to tare
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| Breathing the heat in a season of fear
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| Got you beat as a snare dreaming of air
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| Feet leaving you there
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| Either belief or despair
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| Beneath your aware
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| When it speaks feel the temperature peak in your ear
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| Its all fair or its warfare
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| Hidden in the walls bare
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| The children who call more then yall hear
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| I guess I know
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| I need to know
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| I need to punch a hole here
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| And you can peel it back
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| And you can kick it in
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| And scream at the world within
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| Is it easier to bare
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| So we build a new frame from the flesh we’ve grown
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| And fill our view with the things we’ve left alone
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| The games over
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| Pained shoulders
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| Aimed sober
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| Came the owner of the blame
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| And tamed that lame soldier
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| Had it out with my nemesis
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| Found what my premise is
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| Hung it like a cross for reference
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| Yes this is
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| The isolated break the ice awaiting
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| Turn the eye awakened to the burning of the lie
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| The mind elated
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| The hopelessness
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| The helplessness
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| Say they help us live
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| It’s never easier to bare |