| Whatever happened to yours truly?
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| Now I’m so spun, so high strung
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| That I can’t even sleep
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| I just lie in be awake
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| Grinding down my teeth
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| Get back up to go back out
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| And walk the same old streets
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| Always searching, something missing
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| Never satisfied
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| Whatever happened to you?
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| Now you laugh at how you used to care
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| You laugh at how you tried
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| You talk about how you weren’t always
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| Tired all the time
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| You laugh at how we’re going nowhere
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| And then you ask me why
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| We never do anything fun anymore
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| Well we’re not much fun anymore
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| Whatever happened to you and me?
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| Whatever happened to our community?
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| Do you think that
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| We’ll go down in history?
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| Or will we just be forgotten?
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| I don’t want to be forgotten
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| I’m so scared of being forgotten
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| That’s my problem, I’m so scared
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| We used to say look both ways
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| Before you cross our path
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| Now we both turn away
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| And there’s nothing left
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| To bridge the gap
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| Between
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| Whatever happened to us
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| Do you think that it’s too late
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| To start over again?
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| You say you’re tired of having to
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| Start over again
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| That’s your problem, you’re so tired
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| That’s my problem, I’m so scared
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| That it’s too late, it’s too late
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| It’s too late to start over again |