| If I fall to the bottom
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| Why bother cleaning a room that’s next to nothing
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| And if I woke up and saw you wailing
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| The second chance that seemed to come must come for something
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| 'Cause I don’t understand you
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| And I’m never gonna try
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| Got a talent for really never knowing why
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| In the fresh water
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| He fell and couldn’t swim and no one bothered
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| When he died, what’s real tragic
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| Is that you missed a shot to get what you’re really after
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| Now they’re gonna hate you
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| 'Cause you’re never coming home
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| You walk against the crowd
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| But you hate to be alone
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| Yeah, that’s the truth
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| Remember you’re still a lousy faker
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| Ten years ago at least, just a burnout raver
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| Now you need a favor 'cause you’re living in the past
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| Who am I to argue? | 
| 'Cause nothing ever lasts
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| Yeah, that’s the truth
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| Come on, baby, that’s the truth
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| When I move, when I run
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| When I try to shake it off you’re still the one
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| Get lost inside a story of better men than me
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| Screaming in the mirror 'cause it’s better not to see
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| That’s the truth
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| Come on, baby, that’s the truth
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| Nothing
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| Every pure, best laid plan
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| Like hissing cracks, those little maps will curse your hand
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| If you have to face that you never stood a chance
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| 'Cause you wore the wrong expression and another moment passed
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| When the party’s over, you say you gotta go
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| And it’s covered up in smoke so you’ll never have to know
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| But what’s the truth
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| Come on, baby, what’s the truth
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| What’s the truth, what’s the truth
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| What’s the truth, what’s the truth
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| What’s the truth, come on, what’s the truth, come on
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| What’s the truth, come on, what’s the truth, come on
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| What’s the truth, come on, what’s the truth, come on
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| What’s the truth, come on, what’s the truth, come on
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| What’s the truth, come on, what’s the truth, come on
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| What’s the truth |