| And give me comfort from myself
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| I don’t like my city anymore
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| And give me feelings that I’ve never felt
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| What does my future have in store?
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| And I don’t think I can hear the answers
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| To the questions in my heart
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| And I think I can just deflect with laughter
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| Even if I’m torn apart
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| I was never meant for this
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| Give me something I can fix myself
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| Give me something I can fix myself
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| I gave you my all, I tried to deceive
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| These things that I wrote, God, I want to believe
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| Tell me it sounds better when I change up my mind
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| It’s hard to pretend, it’s all by design
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| I was never meant for this
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Give me something I can fix myself
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Give my something I can fix myself
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| One, two, three four
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| I was never meant for this
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| I was never meant for this
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Give me some way I can fix myself
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| Give me some way I can fix myself |