| I once was a boy who followed the American Dream
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| Get a job get a house get a wife
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| Was always told that’s the life
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| Well I’m sick of pretending
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| Being something I’m not
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| I’m sick of the yearning for something I don’t need
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| You can keep living your dream but I can’t say I care
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| I’m tired of selling
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| I love you and I’m ending this nightmare
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| I’m trapped in the undertow
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| It pulls me under as it fills my lungs
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| Is there a way out?
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| Now I’m feeling the undertow and told I’m right where I should be.
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| So why do I feel so empty?
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| The ups and downs they come and they go;
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| But am I right where I should be?
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| Oh, I don’t know why I feel so empty
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| Why do I feel so empty?
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| No one should feel this way every single day
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| Feeling so empty
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| You had me sleepwalking for years
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| But I’ve awoken from this
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| SLUMBER
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| Take time to study my words
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| You’ve done enough damage to last me a lifetime
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| It’s the first time and last time I’ll say:
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| You’re a cancerous soul
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| I can finally breathe without you here to show me the way
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| Now I’m feeling the undertow and told I’m right where I should be.
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| So why do I feel so empty?
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| The ups and downs they come and they go;
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| But am I right where I should be?
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| Oh, I don’t know why I feel so empty |