| I’m looking for the upsides to these panic-attack nights
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| Where I’m staying in eating take-out food by TV light and
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| I’m trying to play the b-side to this awkward life of mine
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| You could flip me over
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| I’d sing a few lines about how
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| I’m so used to shooting myself in the kneecaps
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| Standing in the way of progress or letting down my friends
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| So I’m nailing shards of hope together
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| To put something over my head
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| Because you know here it’s always raining
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| And it happened again, happened again
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| She said, «I let this slide when we were younger
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| You know you don’t have to write like this
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| The whole world’s full of losers
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| If you get a chance to win, (you should) take it!»
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| I stood on the roof with Matt and Molly
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| Watched the gray slide off the city
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| Because it’s finally spring
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| We rode our bikes over to 6th Street
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| To Washington Square Park
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| To see if the tides would turn for me (and they did)
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| I’m nailing shards of hope together
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| To put something over my head
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| Because you know here it’s always raining
|
| And it happened again, happened again
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| She said, «I let this slide when we were younger
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| You know you don’t have to write like this
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| The whole world’s full of losers
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| If you get a chance to win, (you should) take it!»
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| I left a lot of blood in California
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| On our first trip out west
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| I was younger and restless back then
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| And I thought, if no one’s in my corner
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| Since everyone left
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| I’d better make it worth it
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| I left a lot of blood in California
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| On our first trip out west
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| I was younger and restless back then
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| And I thought, if no one’s in my corner
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| Since everyone left
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| I’d better make it worth it
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| (I left a lot of blood in California
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| On our first trip out west
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| I was younger and restless back then) |