| The fountain was off.
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| This is the first time I’ve been back to the city in months.
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| I’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation.
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| And you know,
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| I try so hard to be some great white hope
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| But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed
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| alone.
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| I’m not a self-help book; |
| I’m just a fucked up kid.
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| I had to take my own advice and I did.
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| Now I’m waiting for it to sink in.
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| Expect me standing tall, back against the wall,
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| 'Cause what I learned was
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| It’s not about forcing happiness;
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| It’s about not letting the sadness win.
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| I don’t have roses in the closet
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| But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
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| It’s everything left in me
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| Not to stare at them anymore.
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| I walked upstairs and shaved my beard.
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| I felt like I was holding sadness here
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| (I was holding sadness here)
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| I’m not a self-help book; |
| I’m just a fucked up kid.
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| I had to take my own advice and I did.
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| Now I’m waiting for it to sink in.
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| Expect me standing tall, back against the wall,
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| 'Cause what I learned was
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| It’s not about forcing happiness;
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| It’s about not letting the sadness win.
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| I don’t have roses in the closet
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| But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
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| It’s everything left in me
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| Not to stare at them anymore.
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| I’m not a self-help book; |
| I’m just a fucked up kid.
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| I had to take my own advice and I did.
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| I’m not a self-help book; |
| I’m just a fucked up kid.
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| I had to take my own advice and I did. |