| Cashing in on rainchecks, I live
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| Withdrawn from surroundings
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| I’m trying to feel, but it’s not very rich
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| Nothing stays golden
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| Yesterday is in the past
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| But tomorrow I don’t see coming
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| We have a gift, a new today
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| But I’m so sick of the present
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| This is the end of what we used to know
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| I’m breathing just fine, but am I alive?
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| I’m living safe as a lonesome soul
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| But I’m dying to feel so much less alone
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| I’m reaching out but I’m feeling nothing
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| As heavy hearted as a feather with no wind
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| Broken-hearted
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| Moving in circles
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| Like an angel with one wing
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| Yesterday is in the past
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| But tomorrow I don’t see coming
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| We have a gift, a new today
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| But I’m so sick of the present
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| This is the end of what we used to know
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| I’m breathing just fine, but am I alive?
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| I’m living safe as a lonesome soul
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| But I’m dying to feel so much less alone
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| I’m reaching out but I’m feeling nothing
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| I’m still there, walls surrounding me
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| I’m still there with bricks others have thrown
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| This is the end of what we used to know
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| I’m breathing just fine, but am I alive?
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| I’m living safe as a lonesome soul
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| But I’m dying to feel so much less alone
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| I’m reaching out but I’m feeling nothing
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| Reaching out but I’m feeling nothing |