| It’s by design then
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| I’m ignoring the worst of the signs
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| I’m always desperate to apologize
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| But I abandon it all
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| I abandon it all
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| I abandon it all
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| Abandon it all
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| I keep it fed
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| With some last words, it was a theatrical exit
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| Clearly staying too close, too attached
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| Is further than its necessary purpose
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| (This is dead weight
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| With some last words
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| With my head straight)
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| Before I bend
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| Yes, headfirst now from a safe distance
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| Bystander—double standard
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| But of course, I’m staying out of this one
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| (View from safety
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| And I’ll always
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| Fall back safely)
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| So next time I get the chance
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| I’ll make sure to let you know
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| The moment I’ve accomplished something
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| What an opening line
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| I recoil when I play it back in my mind
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| Catch me mothering pride
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| And enjoying every second
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| Of attention that I’ve gathered up
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| My conscience has told me
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| That I shouldn’t sleep without four alarms
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| So when I’m gripped at 30
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| My body will have done more than fertilize
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| Either way
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| As I’m losing consciousness
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| And I stare off from the top of the hill
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| Of my parents' house
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| Guilt will be the last thing that sends me down
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| That soft (soft), soft (soft), soft (soft) slope
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| I keep it fed
|
| With some last words, it was a theatrical exit
|
| Clearly staying too close, too attached
|
| Is further than its necessary purpose
|
| (This is dead weight
|
| With some last words
|
| With my head straight)
|
| Before I bend
|
| Yes, headfirst now from a safe distance
|
| Bystander—double standard
|
| But of course, I’m staying out of this one
|
| (View from safety
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| And I’ll always
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| Fall back safely)
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| I guess I’m dead weight |