| Eyes white, red, and blue
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| Lids barely even lifted
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| Forgettable fools speak and walk heavy
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| Bad habits become a way to bury our heads
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| Down in the sand, sour waves colliding rocks and sea
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| Wrong/right
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| Same old shit, different night
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| So I sure don’t need you to wreak havoc
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| When the new sun comes, I’ll be up
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| Writing you songs in parking lots and tents
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| Or just carelessly laying there
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| Watching 21 reruns inside in one day
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| Garden on landmines, you can’t stand for anything
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| Talking away it’s tough to swallow your pride
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| Or ever bear witness so I do not speak
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| I can’t claim what is mine
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| So I take what isn’t
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| Just turn a phrase, what sense it’s making
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| To please the ones who sign and sell
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| Forgettable fools
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| Jaws to the ground
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| Your teeth colliding tongue in cheek
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| Shake habits that I haven’t changed
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| Skin left on the street
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| I’m not designed to move this pace
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| But can’t deny it’s appeal
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| Fun for me is not what it is for you
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| Swimming through oceans of bad advice
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| Free reign, on the same orange frame
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| Phone calls in your name |
| I break and you mend
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| So I can fuck it up again
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| Rewind the tape and hit play
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| Reading chapters I’ve already read
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| A pipe dream
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| I can’t decide if I should multiply or factor in
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| The path ahead has been obstructed by past architects
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| So I’m carelessly laying there
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| Watching 21 reruns inside in one day
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| Garden on landmines, you can’t stand for anything
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| Talking away it’s tough to swallow your pride
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| Or ever bear witness so I keep my mouth closed
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| I can’t claim what is mine
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| So I take what never was
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| I wanted to believe but I’ve been finding truths out
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| Awaken to empty, lifted from a dream
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| And you vanish from in front of me
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| In the space of one blinking eye
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| Said one thing and then did different
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| I break and you mend
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| Have I been falling out or settling in?
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| Such a waste of time
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| Places I have spent my youth and what’s left |