| Find faith in the objects
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| Keep them there for when I despair
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| And all my hopes seem like some joke
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| As I question the time over breakfast
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| To find peace in the moment
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| When my mind is tied to a better time
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| Where the future and the past reside
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| While I lie in my living room restless
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| Singing what do I have to prove, who do I have to fool?
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| So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt
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| Then I start to shut them out, in solitude
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| Follow that burning glow, I’ll leave when the lights are low
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| A feeling you’ll never know, with a warm excuse
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| So you get caught in the iris
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| Of your lover’s stare, and the sight of her hair
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| In the grocery aisle, she stops and smiles
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| And it eases your existential dread
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| For a while
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| But there’s still night’s that I get in my car
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| And start to drive as a fantasize
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| Of a brand new home, throwing out my phone
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| But I know I’d unpack all my problems with my clothes
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| What do I have to prove, who do I have left to lose?
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| So I keep my friends around, until I get bored with doubt
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| Then I start to shut them out, it’s what I do
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| Can I keep my conscience clean?
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| With all of the thoughts I keep
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| I’d trade all my worth for sleep, and some brand new shoes |