| Every day another unfamiliar face is staring back at me
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| The many hands of the clock spin faster
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| Circling endlessly, draining the life out of me
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| Over and over again
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| This vicious cycle never ends
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| There are some days that I feel out of place
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| And I think I don’t belong
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| I have no control
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| This world is not my home
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| I’ve seen the nights turn to days
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| And I’ve watched the hair on my head turn grey
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| Frustration is a mouth to feed
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| It’s eating away at me, taking the best out of me
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| Over and over again
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| This vicious cycle never ends
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| There are some days that I feel out of place
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| And I think I don’t belong
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| I have no control
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| This world is not my home
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| Through the years, I have prayed things would come along
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| So many nights losing sleep over what went wrong
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| All the answers eluded me, slowly bringing me back to reality
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| But one day it all made sense
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| You get what you give and hope you’re left standing in the end
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| We have no control if we do nothing at all
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| There are some days that I feel out of place
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| And I think I don’t belong
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| I have no control
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| This world is not my home
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| I have no control, I have no control
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| I feel like I don’t belong, this world is not my home
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| I have no control, I have no control
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| I feel like I don’t belong, this world is not my home |