| Barely able to keep the lids open
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| At times I might think I need the rest
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| but who would want to go back there?
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| It’s already hard enough to say I need it.
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| bad memories and good times.
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| Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
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| No longer, no longer the same.
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| you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
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| Standing still becomes a chore.
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| Anxious to get the pavement moving.
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| The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
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| It comes equipped with the last word.
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| they find ways to drag you along
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| and dismantle what you created.
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| It’s already hard enough to say I need it
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| Bad memories and good times.
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| Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
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| No longer, no longer the same.
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| You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
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| Standing still becomes a chore.
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| Anxious to get the pavement moving.
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| Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone. |