| Have you noticed me lately?
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| I know I’ve been vaguely twisting my words
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| To protect myself from failure
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| It’s just part of my nature to hide in my shell
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| I’m so sick of rain in July
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| And the fact that I’ll never get there on time
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| If I could show you a sign
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| And it fell straight from the sky
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| Could you just see the best in me?
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| Or find the flaws you detest in me?
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| I always pictured myself as being someone you’d miss
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| Somewhere along the line
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| And I hope that you might think that I was
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| Some sort of exception to your plans and your direction
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| But I realized quite soon that who I am bares no reflection to the part of me
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| you held so high
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| I’ll kick the cans aside and dig into my pockets
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| Walk home another night
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| And think this one over
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| All over and over again
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| I’ll just bide my time
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| Sink into my thoughts to get away from here
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| Eight weeks to take that drive
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| And think this one over
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| All over and over
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| I always pictured myself as being someone you’d miss
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| Somewhere along the line
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| And I hope that you might think that I was
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| Some sort of exception to your plans and your direction
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| But I realized quite soon that who I am bares no reflection to the
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| Memories that fade, I can stand till my legs break
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| But you could smile and I fall down, walk away and shut me out
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| When I can’t think of shit to say, I pull it out from in my brain
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| I always had a way with words but they just don’t make sense to her
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| Cross my heart and hope for better days ahead
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| Get out of this weather
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| I’m not getting over it, just getting used to this
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| Over and over and over and over
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| Cross my heart and hope for better days ahead
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| Get out of this weather
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| I’m not getting over it, just getting used to this
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| Over and over and over and over
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| But I’m just a know it all and she just hates to be wrong
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| We’ll laugh and fight until someone goes along and fucks this whole thing up
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| again
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| But I’ll enjoy the time we spent
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| Playing with each others heads
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| Under the premise that we’re still friends |