| As I stumble onto the street
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| I guess your worries got the best of me
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| And as I try to make it back home
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| I ask myself where it went wrong
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| Cause everything seem to piss me off
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| So take these pills and calm me back down
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| But I’ll never get to the place I need
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| I’m always stuck in the same scene
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| Now I know
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| I guess I’m tired of being broke
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| Sleeping on my parents couch
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| I’m sick of being burnt out wasting all my time
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| Just slipping around
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| I’m gonna move to the West Coast
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| Someday I’m gonna be the one that you’ve been dreaming of
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| I guess I gotta wake up
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| And now I only love a hole
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| Where I am and where I’ve gone
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| Do you ever think about those days
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| When we’d pretend we could escape?
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| Yeah I’m stuck in this dead-end town
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| Oh and you’re nowhere to be found
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| Someday I hope you’ll hear this on the radio
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| And it brings you back around
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| I figured out
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| I guess I’m tired of being broke
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| Sleeping on my parents couch
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| I’m sick of being burnt out wasting all my time
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| Just slipping around
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| I’m gonna move to the West Coast
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| Someday I’m gonna be the one that you’ve been dreaming of
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| I guess I gotta wake up
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| Blank stares and pieces of the memory all
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| Come together and they remind me why
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| I ask myself so many times where I fall down
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| This is really life, I slowly figured out
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| Do you ever think about those days…
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| Now I know
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| I’m tired of being broke
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| Sleeping on my parents couch
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| I’m sick of being burnt out wasting all my time
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| Just slipping around
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| I’m gonna move to the West Coast
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| Someday I’m gonna be the one that you’ve been dreaming of
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| I guess I gotta wake up
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| And stop sleeping on my parents couch
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| I’m sick of being burnt out wasting all my time
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| Just slipping around
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| I’m gonna move to the West Coast
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| Someday I’m gonna be the one that you’ve been dreaming of
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| I guess I gotta wake up |