| What if we’ve been wasting all our precious time?
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| We tried to stay between the lines
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| And what if this was for nothing at all?
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| For nothing at all
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| Yeah!
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| I think I’m in the way of progress. |
| All my confidence is drained
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| And my habits show their face when I’m reminded everyday
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| That my efforts go unnoticed, picture out of focus
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| I think I’m facing the facts that I made a mistake
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| We tried to stay afloat
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| Got caught in the undertow
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| We’re hanging from a thread
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| Seconds from the end
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| What if we’ve been wasting all our precious time?
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| We tried to stay between the lines
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| And what if this was for nothing at all?
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| For nothing at all
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| Stare at the ceiling until it falls down
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| I’m chasing a feeling I can’t catch up to now
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| It’s like I’m living the same day, stuck on repeat, knee deep
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| I’m feeling the pressure pushing me down, yeah
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| We tried to stay afloat
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| Got caught in the undertow
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| I think we’re hitting a wall
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| What if we’ve been wasting all our precious time?
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| We tried to stay between the lines
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| And what if this was for nothing at all?
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| For nothing, for nothing at all
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| I paid my dues, the ugly truth is
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| It’s who you know not what you know
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| We fight to keep ourselves afloat
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| Forgetting everything we love
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| We’ll try to climb above the undertow
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| Attitudes so inconsistent, melting under the summer sun
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| On and on we move along, overlooked by everyone
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| And we never know where we are headed, sleeping till the moon comes up
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| Send me back to New York city, living this life on the run
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| Sick of second best
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| Hanging from a thread
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| Seconds from the end
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| What if we’ve been wasting all our precious time?
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| We tried to stay between the lines
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| And what if this was for nothing at all?
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| For nothing, for nothing at all
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| (What if we’ve been wasting all our precious time?)
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| For nothing at all
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| (We tried to stay between the lines)
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| Tried to stay between the lines, the lines
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| What if we’re wasting our time
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| For nothing at all? |