| With extra time I’d like to think I would’ve done this better
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| The fact I could ever fail never crossed my mind
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| Somewhere out there hear my demons screaming «now or never»
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| I think I just crossed that line (yeah)
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| I’m kinda done with hanging out in bottle service
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| You confused me, yeah you used me, but that’s just as well
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| Hungry people tryin' to break me, make me kind of nervous
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| Just goes to show that you never can tell
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| Does everybody live in a dreamland?
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| Is this dreamland all that we know?
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| Swallowing us up in an avalanche
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| And blurring these lines with smoke
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| They tell me that I should be a real man
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| But the only thing that I know
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| Is that I’ll find my way out of this wasteland
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| 'Cause this wasteland ain’t home
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| With extra time I could have made up better words and letters
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| Pale shadows of my heroes help me rule the night
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| Somewhere out there hear my people screaming «do it better»
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| I’m just an echo of the things I like
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| I’m tired of never feeling like I’ll serve a purpose
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| Snow on mirrors, future killers, yeah, just be yourselves
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| Hungry people always stressing, guessing, never surface
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| Just goes to show that you never can tell
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| Does everybody live in a dreamland?
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| Is this dreamland all that we know?
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| Swallowing us up in an avalanche
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| And blurring these lines with smoke
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| They tell me that I should be a real man
|
| But the only thing that I know
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| Is that I’ll find my way out of this wasteland
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| 'Cause this wasteland ain’t home
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| If I don’t believe in all the old gods or the new
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| How am I supposed to find my way?
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| Searching the universe for something we can do
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| And living to fight another day
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| And that’s okay
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| We’re falling from on top of the tree house
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| And no one cares if we go
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| I stumble over to a policeman
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| He says, «son, you better get back home»
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| And everybody’s laughing at me now
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| From their faces covered in snow
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| I’m trying to be the best I can be now
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| They say «make it something we know»
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| Does everybody live in a dreamland?
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| Is this dreamland all that we know?
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| Swallowing us up in an avalanche
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| And blurring these lines with smoke
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| They tell me that I should be a real man
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| But my pride will be the first thing to go
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| I gotta get out of this wasteland
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| 'Cause this wasteland ain’t home
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| Wasteland ain’t home
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| Just goes to show that you never can tell
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| Does everybody live in a dreamland?
|
| Is this dreamland all that we know?
|
| Swallowing us up in an avalanche
|
| And blurring these lines with smoke
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| They tell me that I should be a real man
|
| But the only thing that I know
|
| Is that I’ll find my way out of this wasteland
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| 'Cause this wasteland ain’t home |