| And it’s all the treasures
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| That shine in the street
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| As we drive right over them
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| And it’s all the mornings
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| We missed for sleep
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| As the sun glides over our apartment
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| And it’s all the subtle change
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| In landscape and business
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| Reminds you of your limited time
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| This time you’ll listen
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| To the movement of your body
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| How it keeps on to spite you
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| And it frightens you
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| Cause you’re barely alive
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| You’re desperate in finding
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| Something else to please you
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| You’ve been searching your whole life
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| Something to mute
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| Change, or just distract you
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| Something to put inside you
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| To give the illusion of life
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| Cause you’ve always been barely alive
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| Cause you’re barely alive
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| You’ve always been barely alive
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| Have you not?
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| And the greatest mistake
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| That you ever did make
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| With your arms by your side
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| Left it up to fate
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| And the coast that you’ve seen
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| Though you’re watching them weekly
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| You’ve cursed all perfect days
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| As you walked away
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| I can hear you say
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| «Jenny, you’re barely alive»
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| The metal rods you put in
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| Your fucking jaw
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| To keep you from grinding
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| Your teeth every night
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| Because you’re barely alive
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| You’ve always been barely alive
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| Because you’re barely alive
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| Always been barely alive |