| Stay as you are
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| The answers you seek are not in the comfort of
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| Windows and bars
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| These moments you keep are getting you nowhere
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| With so many stones unturned
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| Afraid of what we’ll find
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| Do you ever think we’ve fallen short of life?
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| The safety and stable subsides quickly to remorse
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| Do you ever think we’ve fallen short?
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| Do you really want to know
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| Cause' I do
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| Skip the needle that scratches the record that echoes in my chest
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| There’s not a silence enough as to
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| quiet the stupid little things inside my head
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| Search the chorus for key holes and doors, an exit to this mess
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| There’s not a silence enough as to quiet the stupid little things
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| Just settle down
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| Each path that you may take
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| There is never a better way for you to wander
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| Impossible as it seems
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| We’re scared to death to try
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| Do you ever think we’ve fallen short of life?
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| The safety and stable subsides quickly to remorse
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| Do you ever think we’ve fallen short
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| Of the part that makes us whole
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| Is it really so impossible to know what we’re doing here?
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| Or would you rather find synthetic
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| purpose in another blissful drink, my friend?
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| Such a silly thing for such little things to think of
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| Happiness is a just season that passes
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| We’ll hold our own until we make it ourselves
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| Happiness is a just season that passes
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| We’ll hold our own until we make it ourselves
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| Skip the needle that scratches the record that echoes in my chest
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| There’s not a silence enough as to
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| quiet the stupid little things inside my head
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| Search the chorus for key holes and doors, an exit to this mess
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| There’s not a silence enough as to quiet the stupid little things
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| Just settle down |