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At times I feel like I lost myself, |
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somewhere that I invented, |
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A young death can come with incentive. |
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Now tell me what you're writing down, |
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have I made a good impression? |
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There's no need for this form of apprehension, |
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and you failed to mention. |
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I'll never make it home |
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Cause this house won't ever let me out. |
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One thing you'll never know, |
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the things you love are the things I live without. |
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I was driving around on the night of your death, |
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with a note in my hand and your head on my chest |
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as I read, |
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"you need to pay more attention to the path you travel less" |
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There was a fork in the road, I drove us both straight off the edge. |
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Someone please tell me what the doctor says. |
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He's struggling just to annunciate what's going on in my head. |
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It's nothing new to me, that nothing goes according to plan. |
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You're doubting the dreamer, that's how this began. |
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I must be out of my mind, |
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I payed you money to love me. |
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I think that counts for nothing. |
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Chorus* |
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I have confined myself in a room with no one else. |
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but this sunlight keeps me company, |
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in darkest city. |
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misery- |
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it's funny to see you here, |
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in the back of my mind. |
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well, the door was left unlocked. |
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through the night. |
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and i'm hardly sleeping. |
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hardly sleeping. |
