| A black sheep looking for a getaway
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| I got two plane tickets, baby name your place
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| Neighbors' dog, plotting out his escape
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| I ran downstairs and unlocked that gate
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| Well sometimes you do what you feel
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| Well most times I feel like shit
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| So slow down, feels like we’re rushing away
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| Tried my hold on to this impossible game
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| And I know I’m wrong, what else can I say?
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| I got a glimpse of this feeling, I’m trying to stay in that lane
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| Woke up living in yesterday
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| Walked to the store, there’s a game to play
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| That scratch off ticket never did bring luck
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| I’m out back wishing I still gave a fuck
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| Well sometimes you get what you give
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| But most people just take it
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| So slow down, feels like we’re rushing away
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| Tried my hold on to this impossible game
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| And I know I’m wrong, what else can I say?
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| I got a glimpse of this feeling, I’m trying to stay in that lane
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| It’s just these little things
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| I wish they didn’t mean so much
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| It’s such a silly thing
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| But it makes you think you’re out of touch
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| So slow down, feels like we’re rushing away
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| Tried my hold on to this impossible game
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| And I know I’m wrong, what else can I say?
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| I got a glimpse of this feeling, I’m trying to stay in that lane
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| I got a glimpse of this feeling, I’m trying to stay in that lane |