| Oh how I’ve missed this, I’ve been left out
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| And now I’m sentenced, sent to live without
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| And I always thought that I knew best, only time will tell
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| Can you spot the difference because I’m living in hell
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| Time’s my mistress, my star-crossed lover
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| Tell me right now, «get my shit together»
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| Maybe I’m naive, a little undone
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| But I’ll just laugh as I stare at the sun
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| (Stare at the sun)
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| Back and forth in my mind
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| Witnessing a great divide
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| In and out, always doubt
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| I’ll find you
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| Time’s my mistress, my star-crossed lover
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| Tell me right now, «get my shit together»
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| Maybe I’m naive, a little undone
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| But I’ll just laugh as I stare at the sun
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| (Stare at the sun)
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| Wait a minute, if I’m so far gone
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| What makes you think that I’m
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| Capable of change, capable of being
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| Anything than what I am
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| Maybe I’m a fuck up, maybe I’m the one
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| That breaks the mold, maybe I’m a
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| Genius, or a higher being, bringing the world to it’s knees
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| I guess we’ll never know
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| Never know
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| Time’s my mistress, my star-crossed lover
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| Tell me right now, «get my shit together»
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| Maybe I’m naive, a little undone
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| But I’ll just laugh as I stare at the sun
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| (Stare at the sun) |