| I don’t believe in destiny
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| But I’m where I’m supposed to be
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| So many miles away from home
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| Standing weak beneath a shower head
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| Or face down in a bleached-out bed
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| Thinking of what I miss the most
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| And I won’t be done until the day, it’s over
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| And I don’t see how or when that day will come
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| Somehow this qualifies as living the dream
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| But things aren’t ever as they seem
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| I’m tired and feel like crying most of the time
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| Windows open every now and then
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| The sunshine hits my skin
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| And I can breathe like I haven’t in a while
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| And I won’t be done until the day, it’s over
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| And I don’t see how or when that day will come
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| Oh, lay me down
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| I won’t be done until the day, it’s over
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| I’m all fired up, but when I’m all dried up
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| Go on and lay me down, lay me down
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| Oh, go on and lay me down
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| Oh, lay me down |