| I walk the line of the disappointed
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| I celebrate when I’m in pain
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| My heart and mind can be disjointed
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| I built a bed in this hole I made
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| I recognize that I’m damaged
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| I sympathize that you are too
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| But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
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| But it’s hard when the world’s starin' at you
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| Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn’t fit
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| You throw your arms up, you’re so damn sick of it
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| What are you working for
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| What are you searching for
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| Love
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| You won’t be thinking of cars when
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| You’re on your death bed and dyin'
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| You’ll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
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| What you are praying for
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| Love
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| You join the line of the getting richer
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| You keep your pace but it’s movin' slow
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| You are defined by all that you have hoarded
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| But you’re surprised it doesn’t fill up the hole.
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| Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn’t fit
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| You throw your arms up, you’re so damn sick of it
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| What are you coping for
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| What are you hoping for
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| Love
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| You won’t be thinking of cars when
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| You’re on your death bed and dyin'
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| You’ll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
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| What you are praying for
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| Love
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| I’ll never be what I see on the TV screen
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| I just keep dreaming of what I’m never gonna be
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| I can’t think of a better way to waste my time then try
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| Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn’t fit
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| You throw your arms up, you’re so damn sick of it
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| What are you hurtin' for
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| What are you searching for
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| Love love love love
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| You won’t be thinking of cars when
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| You’re on your death bed and dyin'
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| You’ll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
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| What you are praying for
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| Love love love love
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| You won’t be thinkin' of cars when
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| You’re on your death bed and dyin'
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| You’ll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
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| What are you waitin' for |