| He’s washing his face to start his day
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| He’s lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
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| Nothing in the mirror ever shows him what’s within
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| Now he’s checking out the faces
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| On the back of the milk
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| He’s sour under all this pressure
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| He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
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| And he starts his engine
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| But he knows that he’s missing gears
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you find yourself?
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you find yourself?
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| Cause you’re the missing person now
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| Step outside your doubts
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| And let yourself be found
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| He’s sick of the race to just save face
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| He’s tied and tried, he’s sick and tired
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| He’s tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete
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| He’ll push the pedal to the floor
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| Like the day before
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| He’s trying to be always trying
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| Try to find an end to justify his means
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| So he starts his engine
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| But he knows that he is missing gears
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you find yourself?
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you find yourself?
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| Cause you’re the missing person now
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| Step outside your doubts
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| And let yourself be found
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| So he starts his engine
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| But he knows that he is missing gears
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you find yourself?
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| Incomplete
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| Where will you lose yourself?
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| Cause you’re the missing person now
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| Step outside your doubts
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| And let yourself be found
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| And let yourself be found
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| And let yourself be found |