| Sometimes I don’t know what to-
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to think
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to sing
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay
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| I’m snorin' all day for dreams
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| Uh
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| Wake up pondering
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| And my mind is wandering
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| All these opportunities left squandered in my oxygen
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| All accomplishments left haunted in my lack of confidence
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| Often is the result of falling under consciousness
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| You’d make babies cry
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| I make crazy lives
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| You’re just angry cause you’re livin' in a fading lie
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| And I’ve been feeling this energy
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| Feeling that somebody’s getting the penalty
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| Fearing that one day you’ll end up ahead of me
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| Feeling that this is the end of me, no
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| Will I tell you? |
| No, never
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| I think I’m so clever
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| But in the grand scheme of things I know that I’m no better
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| But I don’t ever, want to go to show just one more letter
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| I’m a go getter
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| I go get grades and get A’s, and get laid
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| Then wake up and get C’s, but get paid
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| Uhh
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| My life is so unusual
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| To most it isn’t suitable
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| To me it’s irrefutable
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| Can’t see me in a cubical
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| I’d rather watch my funeral
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| I’d rather go back to stab my own brains out back in uteral
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| Damn
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| But you know that I’m capable
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| You know I’ma pounce at any chance that is available
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| Feeling so unique and I think it is not explainable
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| No one hears my lyrics and says «OMG RELATABLE»
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| No
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| That’s not what I’m here to give
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| Been waiting years for this
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| You’re about to experience
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| Something that I’ve spent time, money, and thought on
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| Learned about all the times money had thought wrong
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| Kinda funny it’s long gone
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| But time is crummy and not long
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| I ain’t lucky, I’m not calm, not by a long-shot
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| I’m freaking out on the inside
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| You see me on the outside
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| Always think I’m positive and never see the downsides
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| It’s bout time you know the truth
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| You couldn’t be further from it
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| Get your head out your own ass
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| You couldn’t be further up it
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to-
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to think
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to sing
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay
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| I’m snorin' all day for dreams
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to sing
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to think
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay
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| I’m snorin' all day for dreams
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| I feel like I’m way too different, ridiculous
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| And most of humanity’s made of idiots
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| I barely even get myself, and you thinking you understand?
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| You think hiding behind a screen gives you the upper hand?
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| Please
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| What I do is barely poetry
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| There’s hope for me, I’m noticing people starting to notice me
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| But still consider me confident
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| Still consider me ready and giving out all my flawlessness
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| But honestly all of this, is haunting me, probably
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| It is just my sense of myself wobbling, toppling into
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| Awfully small pieces, normally all bleeding
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| It’s tragic and not fleeting, it follows me all evening
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| It’s calling my name constantly, makes it so hard to stay awake
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| I close my eyes and let it go and it all fades away
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| We’re tryna find that great escape
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| To get away from how we’re living life day to day
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| Some people find it in a drink or in a cup
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| Or in some bling or in a drug
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| Or in the things that give us love
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| But all I know is that it’s tough
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| And all I know is that this stuff
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| Isn’t enough; |
| it’s way too much
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to-
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to think
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to sing
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay
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| I’m snorin' all day for dreams
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to sing
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| Sometimes I don’t know what to think
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay
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| I’m snorin' all day for dreams |