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See these days it's different, |
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It's all new. |
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The world is gone and |
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I am too. |
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Wishing I was closer to, |
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Back when it used to matter. |
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All my coins are gone, |
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It's plastic now. |
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My iPod's got me asking how, |
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Could all my albums take me down? |
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Back when it used to matter. [Chorus:] |
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Now it seems, |
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That we are all wrapped up so tight, |
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Life just can't get in. |
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And I feel, |
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That we can't see. |
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Now it seems, |
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That we are all wrapped up so tight, |
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Life just can't get in. |
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And I feel, |
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It's not maybe. |
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So my watch is worthless, |
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So is my pen. |
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And it seems nothing's greater than, |
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Something that takes me way back when. |
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Back when it used to matter. |
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All the words |
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I write are on a screen, |
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And the friends |
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I have are mad at me. |
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And there's no record of anything, |
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Now we all cease to matter. [Chorus] |
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So the time when you turn 22, |
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But they're gonna wait to bury you. |
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Cause you've got a 9-5 to do, |
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And that's supposed to matter. |
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And you replace your time in between, |
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With other people's hopes and dreams. |
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And live their lives on your |
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T.V., And now you don't even matter. |
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Oh it seems, |
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That we are all wrapped up so tight, |
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Life just never gets in. |
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And I feel, |
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That we can't see, |
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That we can't see. |
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Oh that we, |
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Oh that we, |
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Are all wrapped up so tight life just never gets in. |
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And I feel, |
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That we can't see. |
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It's not maybe, |
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It's certainly. |
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And I know we can't see, |
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I just want us to be, |
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Who we're supposed to be. |
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Who we're supposed to be. |
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Who we are, |
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And well doesn't it seem kind of far? |
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From the original plans of the stars, |
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Back when it used to matter. |
