| Every day seems the same to me
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| I sit around and think about how alone I feel
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| Then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness
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| Because it’s the comfort of being sad-
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| Sometimes it feels so right
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| And sometimes I’d like to be around no one for ten straight years
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| But I know this feeling can’t bring me places
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| And I know I’m losing lots of ground
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| But to keep up means to get up and why does it have to be
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| The world keeps on changing while I just stay the same?
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| I feel like being down doesn’t mean enough to anyone anymore
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| And I guess the world has made emotion obsolete
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| And I don’t think I feel the same 'cause after all
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| Who says what happy really means?
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| Tonight I will redefine everything
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| And tomorrow I will start in on my better days
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| And so each their own definition of happiness
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| But no one ever reaches it so I don’t think I’ll breathe that way
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| But happiness is when there’s nowhere left to go
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| Because in that state of mind there is no state of self
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| So how was I supposed to know? |