| Thread by thread, I pull apart my shelter, push ahead
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| But when I find just what I’m looking for
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| I’m gonna need a friend, an open door
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| To be naive, to let it pass me by, and to relieve
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| Myself of everything in front of me
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| To neglect responsibility
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| I’m gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea
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| Could be something discovered in reality
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| I couldn’t tell ya, it hits us in different ways
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| I know we’re young but I feel so old
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
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| One by one we become undone
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
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| Now we’re here, but all we want to do is dissapear
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| And that thread that you were walking on
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| Has now withered in your years withdrawn
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| You’re gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea
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| Could be something discovered, in reality, well
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| I couldn’t tell ya, it hits us in different ways
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| I know we’re young but I feel so old
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
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| One by one we become undone
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
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| Oh, the days they pass me by
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| I sit still but I don’t know why
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| And in the night, I’ll rise
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| I’ll never go, so I’ll never know
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| I know we’re young but I feel so old
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
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| One by one we become undone
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| Get me the doctor, call me the doctor |