| Have you ever figured out what you’ll be like in a few years? |
| Why don’t you
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| look ahead?
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| Aw, don’t preach at me or… plan of looking ahead. |
| As if you can tell what
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| you’ll be like in a few years
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| I don’t know what I’m here for, I don’t know what the point is
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| Spent so many nights alone sipping this poison
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| All of us trying to find it, some of us call it «purpose»
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| Don’t know if it’s divine or can we even define it
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| Am I playing a role in somebody else’s theater
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| Look around at this world and nothing’s been getting clearer
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| Only be getting weirder
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| I just sit in Detroit, little blip on the radar, maybe there’s not a point
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| Maybe it’s all coincidence
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| Trying to make a little sense out of something that doesn’t
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| Maybe there’s no significance
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| We’re just rational cattle, uh end of discussion
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| And as lonely as that can sound
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| When you look up at the stars, son that black background
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| And you wonder where you came from and why you stay
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| Maybe there’s not a reason and that’s okay
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| No one’s ever promised tomorrow
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| I’ma be who I am and you are who you are
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| Uh, let’s let the past be that
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| The shit is over why overreact?
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| No one’s ever promised tomorrow
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| Let’s do today right now
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| Maybe the secret to life is that you’re not the main character
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| And the fact that you’re even a factor is a miracle
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| No matter what road I travel on, add a little something to the catalog
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| I’m living in stereo and analog
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| Where we go is unknown
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| Trying to get a handle on the cut throat
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| Nature anticipated with utmost
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| Energy, remember me as give before he took
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| Guy who did the right thing, took your hand and then he shook
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| Played it straight but could’ve gone sideways like any rook
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| Never judge the contents by the cover of any book
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| Pay it forward any possible place and time
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| Doing every turn that for most shit just don’t go the way it’s designed
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| I cheated death, some say it’s a sign
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| I think the strength that others gave me is the way I survived
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| Maybe it’s open to interpretation
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| The moral of a story touching us at different points of life at different phases
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| All the places I’ve been, I’ve always looked at different Hell
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| And taking in the scenery a different version of myself |