| I think I’ll stay in the shower
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| And see how I feel
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| In a couple of hours
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| I’m sick of facing what’s real
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| I sit around in my room
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| And wait for nothing to do
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| I caught a case of bad news
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| And now I feel permanently
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| Blue
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| And that’s fine
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| 'cause it
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| Don’t matter any way
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| You
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| And I
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| We’ll sink together
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| And waste away
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| So this is what it feels like
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| Catching up with real life
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| And this is what it feels like
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| When you’re in too deep
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| Trying to find your feet
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| When they’re out the window
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| Running to San Francisco
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| I think I may be a coward
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| Or maybe I’m still
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| Instead of picking up flowers
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| I’m throwing dirt in my pail
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| I sang a song to the moon
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| And asked her what she would do
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| She said my time would come soon
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| If I patch my brain up with some
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| Glue
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| And that’s fine
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| 'cause it
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| Don’t matter any way
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| You
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| And I
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| We’ll float together
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| In outer space
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| So this is what it feels like
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| Catching up with real life
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| And this is what it feels like
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| When you’re in too deep
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| Trying to find your feet
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| When they’re out the window
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| Running to San Francisco
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| So this is what it feels like
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| Catching up with real life
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| And this is what it feels like
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| When you’re in too deep
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| Trying to find your feet
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| When they’re out the window
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| Running to San Francisco |