| So you say
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| All your white flags are up and that you’ve had enough
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| And you’re tired of collecting dust
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| You say everything always looks the same
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| And you made
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| Your brand new face to match your brand new place
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| You say all your distress calls have gone out
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| And your ship is going down
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| Well I say it to myself all the time
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| «Stop living half a life and stop feeling like I’m half alive!»
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| I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied
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| I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind
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| In single file lines, is this real life?
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| I keep telling myself sometimes
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| What matters is on the inside
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| Do you remember when we had all the answers
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| And can you really remember
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| When we wished for anything better
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| Does feel like it’s been forever?
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| Does it feel like a broken record, head full of yesterdays?
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| You keep wishing your life away
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| You can’t keep looking over you own shoulder
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| Things will never look up unless you start to move forward
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| Well I say it to myself all the time
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| «Stop living half a life and stop feeling like I’m half alive!»
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| I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied
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| I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind
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| In single file lines, is this real life?
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| I keep telling myself sometimes
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| What matters is on the inside
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| I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied
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| I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind
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| Yeah I can’t get enough, I’m just getting by
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| I can’t stand this design for our bitter lives
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| I keep feeling lost, I’m not satisfied
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| With traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes
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| I can’t get enough, I’m not satisfied
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| I’ve wasted my time with this daily grind
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| In single file lines, is this real life?
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| I keep telling myself sometimes
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| What matters is on the inside |