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I know what it looks like |
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The ship's not capsizing |
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The driver's just drunk |
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Or asleep at the wheel |
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The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over it |
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We're all piss poor heroes, we're aching to drown in a sea of bad metaphors, trite, overused |
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Well, I'm sorry, I guess talking just gets me confused |
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Dang, dang |
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Dang, dang |
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And as a result |
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Conversations don't start |
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They sputter and stammer |
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They spiral like shit |
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Trying to go down the drain but keeps spinning 'cause forces |
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Are making it stay and I don't wanna talk 'cause you don't understand |
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This wasn't for anyone, I just wanted something that |
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Wasn't prepackaged and that wasn't pre-planned |
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And now my only plan that is damn sure to happen |
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Is slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires |
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Saving the future in a sweet fucking press release |
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Gloating on pedestals, you can't make a change |
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Unless you're there bragging |
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Unless you're a dick about |
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Something that's pure to you |
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Always gets fucked |
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Hey! |
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Hey! |
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Google my name, 'cause kid, I've got credentials |
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My pop's a big shit and I can get you free long distance |
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My co-op is awesome, my fixed gear's ridiculous |
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Stop smiling and stop frowning, I always thought you'd be different |
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And there's been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where? |
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And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with friends? |
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Can you afford to leave again? |
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Afford to leave again |
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And there's been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where? |
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And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with friends? |
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Can you afford to leave again? |
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Afford to leave again |
