| I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
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| My mind is full but I can’t speak
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| Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I’m stuck
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| Right here, somewhere between side a and side b
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| I could call it compromise
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| Or just an intermission
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| Some kind of consolation prize
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| For the race i never finished
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| I want to turn these tired gears
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| I want to feel the follow-through
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| Some kind of equilibrium…
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| Something to set my watch to
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| I’m here, somewhere between
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| Victory and a white flag
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| Caught in this purgatory dream, i’m stuck
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| But i want to set the record straight
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| I want to retrace my every step
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| If i could just rewind all the tapes
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| Then maybe i’d find my loose thread
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| Call it a compromise
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| Or just an intermission
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| Some kind of consolation prize
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| So close, but never finished
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| I want to turn these tired gears
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| I want to feel the follow-through
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| Some kind of equilibrium…
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| Something to set my watch to |