| Everybody slip
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| But why do I feel
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| Like I’m so out of touch with myself
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| Waitin' for a hit
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| Pick me up, pull me down
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| Say it all under my breath
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| Guess I should know better
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| Than to question right and wrong
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| But better goin' up in flames
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| Than bein' dragged along
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| 'Cause I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| I, I always end up chasin', chasin'… chasin' daylight
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| Good to be back on my own
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| Restless when I’m alone, when I’m alone
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| Pullin', pushin' red lights
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| Whoa I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| Mama said it’s treason
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| Yeah it’s a fine line
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| Between livin' in heaven and hell
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| But how can I believe when
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| Everything that I want
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| Belongs to somebody else
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| Guess I should know better
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| Than to question right and wrong
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| But better goin' up in flames
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| Than bein' dragged along
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| 'Cause I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| I, I always end up chasin', chasin'… chasin' daylight
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| Good to be back on my own
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| Restless when I’m alone, when I’m alone
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| Pullin', pushin' red lights
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| Whoa I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| 'Cause I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| I, I always end up chasin', chasin'… chasin' daylight
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| Good to be back on my own
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| Restless when I’m alone, when I’m alone
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| Pullin', pushin' red lights
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| Whoa I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight
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| I always end up chasin', chasin'… chasin' daylight…
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| I always end up chasin', chasin'… chasin' daylight
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| Good to be back on my own
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| Restless when I’m alone, when I’m alone
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| Pullin', pushin' red lights
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| Whoa I, I always end up chasin', chasin' daylight |