| I’ve lost another year
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| Debating if my time would ever come
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| Clocking in, clocking out
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| As the youth slid off my face
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| Nothing goes the way we plan
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| Betrayed by hope and circumstance
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| The smarter moves we should have made
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| I guess we gave ourselves away too fast
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| The two things I’ve learned to not believe in
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| Are the fear hell and waiting for good luck
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| And it’s not that I’m jaded
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| But I can’t keep lying to myself
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| For the sake of appearances
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| And it’s not just to save face
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| At the end of the day I’m still standing here
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| But what else can I do
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| How did I lose my direction
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| When did this become such an ugly place
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| Guess I shouldn’t be surprised
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| I’m always late for everything
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| Feels my guts rotting out
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| And spilling on the floor
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| Passed off enough lies as answers
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| So heres your bright caution sign
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| Stop and think about how much time we spend
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| Waiting for stoplights to change
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| Timelines and dollar signs to rearrange
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| And make our point of view |