| I like to make my life harder than it should be
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| And hide under tables and hope that no-one sees
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| Things that should matter just don’t make sense to me
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| I say «I'm sorry» before I even speak
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| And I don’t know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
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| Or satisfied
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| And it feels like
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| I don’t know what it feels like
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| Will I ever grow up to what I’m supposed to be?
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| Cause now I’m more anxious than I have ever been
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| For someone so careful I do some reckless things
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| I’m saying «sorry» before I even speak
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| And I don’t know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
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| Or satisfied
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| And it feels like
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| I don’t know what it feels like
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| If I can’t depend on my common sense then I’m two kinds of blind
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| I don’t know what it feels like
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| I don’t know what it feels like
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| I am torn
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| I am torn
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| I become a waste of time
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| And I become a waste of time
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| I am I am I am I am I am I am I am
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| What it feels like
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| I don’t know what it feels like |