| I used to love excuses then I realized they play no part
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| In real life that’s conducive to the dream which I work hard
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| To bring fruition, to finish in good light
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| And the laziness behind me wasted all my precious time
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| I wasted all my precious time
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| Then I realized I’m not looking for happiness
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| I’m looking for work
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Check under the mats, behind the doors, and in-between
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| The alleyways and gutters that proclaim our lives less clean
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| If you’re looking you won’t find it so it’s best to be content
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| With the shortcomings and fallouts we now look back and resent
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| Oh, and I resent
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| When I realize I’m not looking for happiness
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| I’m looking for worth
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| If you expect something simple
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| Like love, or a song to
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| Bring you lasting happiness
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| Well you ought to try not to
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| For I’ve learned it’s much harder
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| To pay attention, to work smarter
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| Through the life choices we make
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| You can’t expect to make a mistake
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| I am not looking
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| For lasting happiness
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| For if it was there all the time, Dear
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| Then this world would be bliss
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| Would there be something missing?
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| Something missing from all of this?
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| What would make the good times good?
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| And the bad times necessary to get through?
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| I know I’ll get there, I’ve been working harder
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| When I realized I wasted my time
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| I’m only trying to make more minutes
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| If I could figure out how to stretch it
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| There’d be time for all the love
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| In the room |