| Lately
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| I lost my light
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| So jaded
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| I’m almost blind
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| And I didn’t wanna let you down
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| But I don’t wanna talk about
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| All the things that I couldn’t do
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| So lately I just get high
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| Here’s to another wasted day
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| Making paper airplanes
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| 'Cause it seems I’m running out of words to say
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| So solo
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| So solo
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| My love, she’s on my side
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| But she’s chocked up
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| She can’t swallow her pride, oh no
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| So I sip it all, sip it all away
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| Cause I’m not taking all, taking all the blame
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| And I know I’m acting up
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| But the emptiness is tough
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| And I wanna be, wanna be more
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| What the hell am I doing this for?
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| If I’m only running out of words to say
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| I feel so solo (back up, back up)
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| I’m forced to carry on
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| No feeling in my bones
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| How did I get so low?
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| So low
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| So solo (back up, back up)
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| I feel so solo (back up, back up) |