| They fade in and fade out
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| The colors aren’t shading in
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| What made its way out
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| Of the memories I had chased out
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| But maybe it’s not too late
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| Because I could think them over
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| And there goes another day
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| But I’m not feeling older
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| What do you want from me?
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| I’m learning as I go but I don’t know where I’m going
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| Oh no, I think that it’s starting to show
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| Well happiness is understanding the nature of sorrow
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| So I’ve been sulking and hoping for a better tomorrow
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| Get it together, boy
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| Figure it out
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| You know your head is too heavy to carry all that doubt
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| Why can’t you just roll with it?
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| Or better yet, why can’t you take control of it?
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| What do you want from me?
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| I’m learning as I go but I don’t know where I’m going
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| Oh no, I think that it’s starting to show
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| And I never thought I’d feel this low again
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| Get it together, boy
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| Figure it out
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| You know your head is too heavy to carry all that doubt
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| What do you want from me?
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| I’m learning as I go but I don’t know where I’m going
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| Oh no, I think that it’s starting to show
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| And I never thought I’d feel this low again
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| But maybe it’s not too late
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| And there goes another day with the memories I had chased out
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| I get so distracted that sometimes I forget to breathe
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| I think we could all relax if we just sit back and let the future be
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| There’s still a lot to say and not enough time to say it
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| And it’s naïve to think
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| That the world we perceive
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| Is the one we should believe in
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| There’s still a lot to say and not enough time to say it. |