| Fast lane with the stereo loud
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| Crashes hard in the back of your throat
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| Monotone at the bus stop
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| A single line feeling so lost
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| In all the rooms that repeat a familiar routine
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| A sigh and a stare start the day
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| Pick up a keychain with two keys
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| But only one that you still need
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| It’s so hard to leave pessimism
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| When all the facts seem to support the case
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| But you try anyway
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| To live how we believe in god
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| Always searching for a sign of proof
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| There exists a transferable thought
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| A lens we both see through
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| Cause I’ve been feeling alone a lot
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| And I was hoping that maybe there could be some way to…
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| Say a sentence or two that could get through to you
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| How memory adulterates
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| They dress in our own clothes
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| Another’s words we’ll never know
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| On the side of the road I am watching unfold
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| Another embarrassed defeat
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| If this is always a lost cause
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| Than what am I here for
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| Cause all I want is to leave cynicism
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| But I don’t think I have that kind of faith
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| To just throw it away
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| And then live how we believe in love
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| Holding tight to every sign of proof
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| It exits, that there’s something above
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| Our weak and fragile truths
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| Cause I’ve been feeling hopeless a lot
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| And I’ve been thinking that maybe
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| If I stood in the same spot
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| For a couple weeks unmoving
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| If I slowed down my talk
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| Stretched the syllables out lengthy
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| Could you see where I’m standing
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| Finally hear what I’m trying for
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| I’ve been wraithlike lately
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| I don’t want to feel like that anymore |