| Shattered by the way I’m living
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| Now’s the time to decompress
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| I never found a place that fells like home
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| I spend my days on tidal waves and fits of rage just like Van Gogh
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| A devil’s workshop to my idle bones
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| It’s only what we fear inside
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| That keeps us from a better life
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| Becoming something more than who we are
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| Distracted by the time we spend
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| On what we could have, should have been
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| Forgetting that in fact we’re getting closer to the edge
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| Anxiety’s delirium, a glory-filled aquarium
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| Is where I swim around to catch my breath
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| And everyone I know has changed
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| The sinner, he remained the same
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| A city left in ruins
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| And I paint it to my name
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| It’s only what we fear inside
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| That keeps us from a better life
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| Becoming something more than who we are
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| Distracted by the time we spend
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| On what we could have, should have been
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| Forgetting that in fact we’re getting closer to the edge
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| I’ll never be
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| Comfortable as
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| An aging soul
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| So let’s begin
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| To recollect
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| Our tired minds
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| And the mistakes
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| That we can’t hide
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| That we can build
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| A better world
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| If we decide
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| Not to let go
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| We’ll quit our jobs
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| Figure it out
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| We only got one chance to go
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| RIGHT NOW
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| Our time is running out
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| We’re getting closer to the edge
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| We’re getting closer to the edge… |