| I’ve been down countless halls
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| And once you’ve seen one, it’s like you’ve seen 'em all
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| And I’ve seen two open doors
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| And I can’t help but wonder what the second is for
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| And I can’t tell myself anything
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| Even when it feels so seamless
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| And even when it feels so seamless
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| Don’t get caught in the dirt, the dirt
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| There’s a weight and I feel it and it’s pressing down
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| And it won’t be for nothing and it won’t stick around
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| If it is about anything that I can fix
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| Then I’ll see you on the other side if it really exists
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| And I can’t tell myself anything
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| Even when it feels so seamless
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| But even when it feels so seamless
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| Don’t get caught in the dirt, the dirt
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| No more clean air, it burns my lungs
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| No more second guesses, I’ve had enough
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| No more clean air, it burns my lungs
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| No more second guesses, I’ve had enough
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| Let’s forget it now
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| Baby, when I’m 30, I’ll laugh about how dumb it felt
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| Baby, when I’m 30, I’ll laugh it out
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| And oh god, it’s not funny, it’s not funny, it’s not funny
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| But I know we can laugh it out |