| You know, lately I’ve come to terms with deceit and seizure
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| This life of leisure, it dismantles your actions
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| Toward a semblance of past distraction
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| I figured you got impatient while the rest of us kept on working
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| I’m decidedly selfish in a knee-jerk reaction told
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| While my weary eyelids retired control
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| After all that we’ve done
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| You still skipped out on the beat of a different drum
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| Tragically lame for how far you’ve come
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| Slowly drift around
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| It’s all consuming now
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| You’re fast asleep on someone else’s couch
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| Between you and me, I’ve got somewhere else to be
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| I’ve found something better
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| After all that we’ve done
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| You still skipped out on the beat of a different drum
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| Blurring the lines between failure and fortune
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| Washed out in static through our lives
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| I simply conjured this substance while you got high
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| You carried the «one»
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| Just disappointment for everyone
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| While I carried the «two»
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| And left the states without you
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| Switching «threes» and «fours»
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| I settled the score
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| I followed the rules
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| But I swear I needed more |
| I swear I needed more
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| You carried the «one»
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| Just disappointment for everyone
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| While I carried the «two»
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| And left the states without you
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| Trusting «threes» and «fours»
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| I settled scores
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| I followed rules
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| But swore I needed more
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| I swear I needed more
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| I swear I asked for more
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| Washed out in static through our lives
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| I simply conjured the substance while you got high |