| Take what you’ve got
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| Give it away
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| Nothing belonged to you in the first place
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| If they’re all us
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| And we’re all them
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| Then it’s like trading between your own hands
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| I thought I had it figured out, one day it all went missing
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| I spent the night stuck wide awake, my thoughts all so dissonant
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| Started thinking maybe I was living wrong
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| I took my head off for the night, didn’t want to believe it
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| I started spending more time being mindful of my breathing
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| Sleeping on the floor and feeling so withdrawn
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| Take what you’ve got
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| Give it away
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| Nothing belonged to you in the first place
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| If they’re all us
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| And we’re all them
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| Then it’s like trading between your own hands
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| Since I was young I have been told how I should measure success
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| «Work hard and you can have a life of luxury and excess»
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| I was walking by when I tripped and fell
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| Maybe it doesn’t matter if I give you all you give me
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| I’m wondering if those are both different parts of one thing
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| Clearly now it’s all that it ever was
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| You and me, thinking it’s us and them
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| Can you see that all the difference is pretend?
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| You always get higher with someone else
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| Than if you try to climb up all by yourself
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| Take what you’ve got
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| Give it away
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| Nothing belonged to you in the first place
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| If they’re all us
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| And we’re all them
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| Then it’s like trading between your own hands |