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Stumble through a hallway, |
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Staying up for three days |
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Sitting in a walkway, |
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Parking in driveways, you can |
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Focus is a virtue |
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You know what you're allured to. |
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Every day is progress, |
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every day feels just the same. |
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She looked around. |
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How did I get here? |
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Twenty years goes by so fast. |
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How did I get here? |
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Doesn't even like cake, |
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lamenting on a birthday. |
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Two bed in a parlay. |
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A dreaming when her eyes aren't shut. |
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Looking in the mirror, |
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smiling at her fear. |
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Nothing really matters, |
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these eyes have so much to see. |
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She looked around. |
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How did I get here? |
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Twenty years goes by so fast. |
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How did I get here? |
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The home I know, |
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how do I get there? |
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Twenty years, |
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that's what it takes. |
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I know I'll be there. |
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Stumbled through a hallway, |
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staying up for three days. |
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Sitting in a walkway, |
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and parking driveways you can. |
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Focus is a virtue, |
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you know what you're allured to. |
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Every day is progress, |
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every day feels just the same. |
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She looked around. |
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How did I get here? |
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Twenty years goes by so fast. |
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How did I get here? |
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The home I know, |
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how do I get there? |
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Twenty years, |
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that's what it takes. |
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I know I'll be there. |