| Start from the beginning
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| Because even though I’d like you to believe
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| I came out swinging
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| It was more of a stumble
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| A trip
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| A fall
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| Through the floor and straight into a brick wall
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| And in this metaphor my bones
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| Well they never properly finished healing
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| But I’m not trying to say
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| That my entire childhood was completely twisted and frayed
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| Just that it’s hard to feel complete when you know you can’t stay
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| The military decides in 2 years time
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| That you’ll pack up and move a couple thousand miles away
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| To another commissary, another BX
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| Another 10 o’clock curfew
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| «You're all set!»
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| Another crush you’ll watch from afar for another 2 years but never bed
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| Another batch of asshole airmen
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| Who think they’re the reason we’re all still here
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| No, just because you decide to enlist doesn’t make you any kind of fucking hero
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| All I wanted was a chance to care to memorize names and shake hands
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| To build this Family Bed with every friend I never truly met
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| The kind of bond you find early on that doesn’t have any boundaries or quotas |
| Something like Walter and Jesse
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| Or-wait! |
| no no!
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| Probably more like Logan and Dakota
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| I’m surrounded by familiar faces and I still feel lonely
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| Now I got my roots planted firmly
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| Got the support I said I would need
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| So I should be happy with what I’ve got
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| But I’m not |