| I think I’ve seen you before
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| Another time, another face
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| Whoever opened the door
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| Never had the time to waste
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| To paint pictures over windows
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| That don’t satisfy our taste
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| It’s so convenient to lose the truth
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| When it’s laughing in your face
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| I don’t believe it’s complicated
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| So I think I’ll stay at home
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| I followed the leader
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| Now I just follow myself
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| I know I’ve been here before
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| But I can’t find, the time or place
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| If we stay in the past
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| There’ll be no future left to waste
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| Pinning paper wings on problems
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| Hoping that they’ll fly away
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| Turn our backs, ignore the truth
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| If they can’t support the weight
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| I don’t believe it’s complicated
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| So I think I’ll stay at home
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| I followed the leader
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| Now I just follow myself
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| Reflections on a two way mirror
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| Of everyone and everything
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| That’s coming, and coming out
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| Of our lives
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| I can see myself in the static
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| I can see myself in you
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| Reflections on a two way mirror
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| Times running out, times running out
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| I don’t believe it’s complicated
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| So I think I’ll stay at home
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| I followed the leader
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| Now I just follow myself
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| Destiny is overrated
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| So I think I’ll write my own
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| So I think I’ll write my own |