| Sometimes life is stranger than fiction
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| But the weird thing seems to be,
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| That the storyline don’t stick to the script and
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| The characters involved don’t match the description
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| We all tied up yet we still trippen
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| Over the small things which seems to all bring
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| Me Back to when I first started
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| A hopeless romantic left broken hearted…
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| A bright eye teen who seemed to disregard
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| Any advice given bout my future plans
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| I had to go and make things hard
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| Was told to go to school was told to be a man, damn…
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| But I didn’t grow up or be the lucky winner on «who wanna blow up»
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| And that’s fine, shit happens, all the trouble makes a better storyline… action
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| And I tried…
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| I tried to make something out of nothing before
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| I tried to leave the past on the cutting room floor
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| But the story runs until the credits roll…
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| But I do know
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| (That I tried)
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| I tried to put all the blame on everyone else
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| Lookin for excuses rather than some help,
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| I Know that feeling, when you don’t fit in,
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| It’s stranger than fiction…
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| Play your part in the scene never knowing lines
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| A beautiful backdrop, a role undefined…
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| September nights where breezes brushed across my back
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| Staring at the sky, Fading in the black
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| Scratch your fingernails cross the storyboard I’m bored
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| I may need to be woken up from the scene before
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| And when the plot begins to twist and turn
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| I’ll try my best to keep myself on the road and learn…
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| Quiet on the set, lights camera action, take one, one take, no mistakes
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| Cut check the gate now roll the tape,
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| Separate the real, from the fake
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| Put the score on board and it sound great
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| No dialogue forced on course the breaks
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| Take 5,
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| Try and enjoy the day |