| Less yesterday and more today
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| I gotta get my head on straight
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| The tree trunks rot and people get caught
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| Buying bullshit we don’t need or want
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| Well, full forests turn to desert’s hot dried dirt
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| The animals dig ditches
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| They hide and watch our backs get burned
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| And less yesterday, and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta start livin' that way
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| And less yesterday, and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight
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| The ground shrinks fast and the spot-lit strips of houses
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| They look like Christmas lights she’d hang in her apartment
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| So I turn my head, I try to watch the screen instead
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| But my eyes go fuzzy and start painting
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| Shapes all over the movie I’m watching
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| And they mix and match my present with my past
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| But the colors are crisp and I press to hard
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| So ink soaks straight through the back
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| And less yesterday, and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta start to live, to live that way
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| So less yesterday and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight
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| 'Cause I keep ending up exactly where I start
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| A roller rink I stumble through waiting for the songs to stop
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| And I used to drown it out with empty space I found
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| But I turned my back and my life got too crowded
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| So it’s really hard to do that now
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| And less yesterday, and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta start livin' that way
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| And less yesterday, and more today
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| Yeah, I gotta get my head on straight |