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If you could change your days, arranging them in some sweet new sequence |
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Like any new arrangement's gonna make a difference |
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Cause it's the moment that you're living in and not the one that follows |
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That makes this mess you're cleaning in your head |
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Time still drags you forward, though you keep resisting |
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You know it's what you leave behind, you'll soon start missing |
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And the people you once counted on now say it's all depending |
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On how you act and how you treat yourself |
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And that's not very well |
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So baby, when I call for you |
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I want you to come |
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Explain yourself to everyone |
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You nod in an acknowledgement of your frequent mood swings |
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Yeah, what good's an acknowledgement, it still don't change things |
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We've tried all forms of encouragement, but it's still no better |
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You just can't seem to fake or force a smile |
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Not even a little one |
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But baby, when I call to you |
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I want you to come |
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And lay it out for everyone |
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Exactly how it was before any of this happened |
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And why you can't leave it behind |
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Now don't just, don't just sit there when I call to you |
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I told you to come and lay it out for |
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Don't feel awkward |
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Lay it out for everyone |