| I’m making excuses to justify my conclusions
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| And bypass convictions I swear I have
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| I’m not ashamed to admit my feelings
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| Until it comes down to someone who counts
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| I’m acting like I’m supposed to save the world
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| But I just want to seem real to other people
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| It’s in the way that my brain tells my mouth to say something relevant
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| To get a laugh and feel approved
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| I still imagine how often old dead trees show the wind
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| Just to prove they have the worth
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| Like how much we disregard ourselves
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| Just to treasure someone else
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| And I’m still speaking like it’s possible to change
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| But it’s not possible to wait
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| As the days and nights continue, you can see it taking shape
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| It’s nothing into nothing, always running in place
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| So I talk to all my friends about the quicksand that I’m in
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| As if it’d change the way I live
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| (I can’t stay stuck like this forever)
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| There’s been so many autumns since then
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| And many «others» that have came and went
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| I’ll never look at anything that we once had the same way again
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| (I can’t stay stuck like this, I can’t stay stuck like this)
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| I’ll never look at anything that we once had the same way again
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| (I can’t stay stuck like this, I can’t stay stuck like this)
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| The same way again
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| (I can’t stay stuck like this forever) |