| Broken nose
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| Another textured ceiling
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| I know where I am
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| I’ll pretend like I’m lost
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| Sometimes I want to vanish completely
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| Call in sick from life
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| I woke up and didn’t feel better
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| Don’t know why I’d act surprised
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| At least each year is getting shorter
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| And the ocean’s on the rise
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| I’m terrified there’s no more waiting
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| I’m running out of what comes next
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| Running through jobs I’m gonna hate
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| Living paycheck to paycheck
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| Like my parents
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| And their parents
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| And their parents before them
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| I should be happy I have no personal effects
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| But I’ve got my encore
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| I’m back living on their floor
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| I feel like burning down my life again
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| Watch the fire spread over my skin
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| Until I’m nothing left but skeleton
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| I saw a sign in Hannover
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| That said «the future is in motion.»
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| But the motion has me sick
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| It’s okay I’m sick of standing
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| Still paying off a good idea
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| From when I was 23
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| A life spent living off loans
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| And I still don’t know what I love
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| I’m over-leveraged
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| My credit’s gone weak
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| And the city turned off the power
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| So you know it’s dark most of the week
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| But if I burn this place down
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| We’d have some heat
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| At least I’m seeing things more positively
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| Because I swear to god, I’m an optimist
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| I feel like burning down my life again
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| Watch the fire spread over my skin
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| Until I’m nothing left but skeleton
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| A pile of dust that’s free just floating in the wind
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| Brave faces everyone
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| I’m always looking up and you’re jumping
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| Brave faces everyone
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| But this world, it has no empathy
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| We’ll never find our own place
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| And if nothing gets better
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| It’s as bad as it seems
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| Why can’t we say fuck it?
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| You know it’s not what we need
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| I’m sick of yelling at strangers
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| Don’t want to do this forever
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| When it all burns down
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| Will you carry me over?
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| We don’t have to fix everything at once
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| We were never broken
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| Life’s just very long
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| Brave faces, everyone |