| Somewhere outside I can hear the sound of my neighbor’s Tourette’s
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| I wish he could calm down
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| And I just got home from buying magazines full of bands that I can’t stand
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| And everybody I know is a critic these days
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| And everyone else is going through a phase of living vicariously
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| Through these lyrics from assholes who never even got it anyway
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| I represent my city but not my scene
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| I consider myself a part of nothing
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| But these four chords and a reason to live
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| Are about all that I could ever have to give
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| And who ever said that I had something to say?
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| And I’ve been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay
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| You just say anyway
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| I found my way home because I was bored
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| And I sat outside in my car as it poured
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| And I listened to songs that when I was young
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| Created this world I still think I’m from
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| And everybody I know is an artist these days
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| Everybody you know is an artist these days
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| And everyone I know, they all seem afraid
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| Well, I’m not an artist
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| And who ever said that I had something to say?
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| And I’ve been spending all of my time this way, and I feel okay
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| You just say anyway
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| And all these things I hate, I just write them down
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| And all the people I hate, it’s why I don’t come around
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| And I’ve been trying these days to fill that empty space
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| I’ve realized it won’t go away
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| And all these people I love, I want to write them down
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| And send a message that says, «I'm so glad you’re around»
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| I fell away for some time
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| I thought I lost it
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| I started to lose hope, but then I found it in the least likely places
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| Where these losses kind of make us
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| And this noise, it can replace us, but it keeps me coming back
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| I was searching for an ending, but I found a new beginning
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| And it might not be perfect, but it keeps me coming back |