| If your life’s about collecting other people’s faults
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| Well, then I’ve fucked up before, got back up and walked it off
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| In a house of crumbling brick and plaster walls
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| Feeling my way through the dark and you saw it all
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| Hey, now don’t take this one as a simple joke
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| But it’s easy to read a book by a child who pretends to be adult
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| Who’s always running at the mouth about each one as they walk out
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| But what you don’t hear is them talk about you
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| So watch the clouds roll in
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| Watch the clouds roll in
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| Don’t give me that shit about friends
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| I’ve been there for you all along
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| Lord, I’ll never be there for you again
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| Is it wrong of me to complete this disconnect
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| Or is it strong of me to stumble and admit I’ve missed some steps
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| My conscience has grown quiet and my burdens have grown less
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| In silence I feel most content
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| But I’d take you on, yeah, I’d take you any day
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| But to conflict with you now would waste time and energy
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| See I’m done with certain feelings and substance lacking fakes
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| I guess life’s just easier that way
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| So watch the clouds roll in
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| Watch the clouds roll in
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| Don’t give me that shit about friends
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| I’ve been there for you all along
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| Lord, I’ll never be there for you again
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| Watch the clouds roll in
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| Watch the clouds roll in
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| Don’t give me that shit about friends
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| I’ve been there for you all along
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| Lord, I’ll never be there for you again |