| I sat around much more today
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| I’m motivated but I really wanna stop
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| 'Cause I know I’m full of my own shit
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| I’m hypocritical and I can’t help it
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| I’m in a race and I keep on running
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| Didn’t expect when I tripped on something
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| Burning and turning, living and learning
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| I didn’t expect to feel
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| Anything even remotely real
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| Stretch and contracting, reflex reacting
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| What I put myself through
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| On the way to get to you, go!
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| I know there’s not much more to say
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| I’ll filibuster but I really wanna stop
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| 'Cause I know I’m wasting my own breath
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| Much too lazy to fake my own death
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| So help me find out the easiest way
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| To waste away all the moments today
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| Burning and turning, living and learning
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| I didn’t expect to feel
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| Anything even remotely real
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| Stretch and contracting, reflex reacting
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| What I put myself through
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| On the way to get to you
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| I always stumble on my own distractions
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| And the guest list says thirty plus one
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| Life goes on
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| Burning and turning, living and learning
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| I didn’t expect to feel
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| Anything even remotely real
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| Stretch and contracting, reflex reacting
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| What I put myself through
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| On the way to get to you
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| (Go!)
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| What I put myself through
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| On the way to get to you |