| One Polaroid a day — perfect every single way
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| Anchor in a winding ley
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| Lets you get on while others hang on document decay
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| But you wanna control everything
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| You are your own worst enemy — and you don’t wanna talk about it
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| But in the time it takes to turn your cameras on
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| You can keep on clicking but the moment’s gone
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| But you wanna control everything
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| You are your own worst enemy
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| One Polaroid a day — the discipline to let things play
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| And ever-present to remain
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| Untethered in the Old King’s Road you can pull the trigger and then let it go
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| But you wanna control everything
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| You are your own worst enemy — and you don’t wanna talk about it
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| And in the time it takes to turn your cameras on
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| You can keep on clicking but the moment’s gone
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| But you wanna control everything
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| You are your own worst enemy
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| You kill the moment when you cling
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| Lay down your ownership and sing |