| I set sail for certain disaster
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| With every move I make the clock ticks faster
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| But there’s still so many places I’ll never see
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| And too many moments that I should have seized
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| So when I’m laying on my deathbed
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| Looking back at the life I’ve led
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| Will I hold my head with pride?
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| Or will my shortcomings eat me up inside?
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| There’s gotta be more to life
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| Than paying bills and waiting to die
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| I want to do more than just survive
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| I wanna feel alive
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| I’m looking back, looking back
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| Back on everything I never did
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| And all the things that I should have said
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| I’m thinking back, thinking back
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| Back to when I had a perfect shot
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| But I didn’t take it
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| Was I too scared or just lazy?
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| Either way my mistakes still haunt me
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| Everyone else has it all figured out
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| But I’m still stuck in the suburbs
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| I’ve got too much time to ponder
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| And as my thoughts race I start to wonder
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| What I could have done differently
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| And what caliber of man I’d be
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| And so I’ll waste my breath on another distraction
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| Anything to keep myself from self-reflection
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| All I do is sit and complain
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| As I watch all my best years circle the drain
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| There’s gotta be more to life
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| Than paying bills and waiting to die
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| I want to do more than just survive
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| I wanna feel alive
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| I’m looking back, looking back
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| Back on everything I never did
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| And all the things that I should have said
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| I’m thinking back, thinking back
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| Back to when I had a perfect shot
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| But I didn’t take it
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| Was I too scared or just lazy?
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| Either way my mistakes still haunt me
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| Everyone else has it all figured out
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| But I’m still stuck in the suburbs
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| Stuck in the suburbs
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| Stuck in the suburbs
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| Stuck in the suburbs
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| Don’t wanna lead a life so ordinary
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| On the contrary
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| I just wanna be able to say I spent my time doing something worthwhile
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| Don’t wanna lead a life so ordinary
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| On the contrary
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| I just wanna be able to say I fully lived my life
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| I’m looking back, looking back
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| Back on everything I never did
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| And all the things that I should have said
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| I’m thinking back, thinking back
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| Back to when I had a perfect shot
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| But I didn’t take it
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| Was I too scared or just lazy?
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| Either way my mistakes still haunt me
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| Everyone else has it all figured out
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| But I’m still stuck in the suburbs |