| I’d like to see you try to draw the line
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| Between stubbornness and strength
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| And paralysis and fear
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| Can’t tell the difference between
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| A profound thought and paranoia
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| I haven’t had a purely deep thought in years
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| I sat in bed and I stared at the wall
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| I wrote down a couple theories
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| And then trashed them all
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| There’s faults in every world
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| And every world’s an empty shell
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| And there’s nothing in between
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| 'Cause there’s no heaven and no hell
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| There’s nothing in between
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| 'Cause there’s no heaven and no hell
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| There’s a martyr to my left and construction ahead
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| And I can’t turn the car round, it’s all in my head
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| And I try to stay calm and play it off cool
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| And I’m trying hard not to ask if you see it too
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| Yeah I’m trying hard not to ask if you see it too
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| It’s feeling pretty real I think it’s safe to assume
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| That this is what you meant by alone in a crowded room
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| This is what you meant by alone in a crowded room
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| This is what you meant by alone in a crowded room
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| This is what you meant |