| And everyone considers it a gift
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| I wanna try, there’s no way it fits
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| I don’t know how I am supposed to feel
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| I don’t know how I am supposed to feel
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| So, we start over every night
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| The numbness or whatever diffused light
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| I don’t know how I am supposed to feel
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| I don’t know how I am supposed to feel without a focus
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| I’m trying, trying every day
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| But I don’t know if perspective ceases to exist
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| And you look over at me every day
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| And I look over at you every day
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| I don’t know how long I’m supposed to wait
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| I don’t know how long I’m supposed to wait
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| Though you’re here, I’m still alone inside
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| I’ve got no feeling you’re nothing but right
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| It’s humbling when I’m here, I cannot lie
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| I’m humbled here, I mean I’m humbled inside
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| Without a single image as the focus
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| I don’t know if perspective ceases to exist
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| I see you try to find a simple place
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| The little room to get away
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| But it’s too cold and draft your way back there
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| It’s too cold and draft your way back there
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| And I play records people do away
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| To find the meaning or the words to say
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| I don’t know how I ever ignored this
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| I don’t know how I ever ignored this without a focus
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| I’m trying, trying every day
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| But I don’t know if perspective ceases to exist
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| Without a focus, I’m trying, trying every day
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| But I don’t know if perspective ceases to exist
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| Sometimes, we drive just to sit and think
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| For hours and hours and hours and hours
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| I don’t know how I am supposed to feel
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| You don’t know how you are supposed to feel
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| We overlooked it everyday
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| A thing of beauty if just went away
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| I don’t know how it ever came to this
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| I don’t know how it ever came to this |