| Still wrapped up in the cold
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| And I don’t sleep too well anymore
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| Who knew I’d feel lost in my own home?
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| Wanna know what I’m doing here
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to go
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| Don’t give me directions that you don’t know
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| I left all the best parts of me in the past
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| And I want them back
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| Hurts to say, I’m not who I wanna be
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| Someone that’s closed off, anxious
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| Waiting for something to change
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| I’m waiting for you to say
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| So spare me your sympathy
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| There’s not much you could say that would get through to me
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| I’m glowing with apathy
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| And misery’s company
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to go
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| Don’t give me directions that you don’t know
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| I left all the best parts of me in the past
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| And I, I want them back
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| Hurts to say, I’m not who I wanna be
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| Someone that’s closed off, anxious
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| Waiting for something to change
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| I’m waiting for you to say
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| What’s the point of lots of gold if they only weigh you down?
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| What’s the point of keeping me around?
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| Hurts to say, I’m not who I wanna be
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| Someone that’s closed off, anxious
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| Waiting for something to change |
| I’m waiting for you to say
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| Hurts to say, I’m not who I wanna be
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| Someone that’s closed off, anxious
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| Waiting for something to change
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| I’m waiting for you to say |