| At 17, I bet that I was such a handsome thing. |
| I bet that you could see the
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| optimism dripping off of me, but I suppose, this is how it always had to go.
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| The clouds were rolling in, the skies were graying quickly…
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| But I grit my teeth and I beat my chest in the greedy face of the ugliness and
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| I pushed it down where I could not feel it, then I kept my cool,
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| because my cool concealed it…
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| But I know, I can’t let it go, I’ve been here too long. |
| Maybe I’m the one that
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| changed but if so, I want the devil I know, not some angel I don’t.
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| If it seems like they’re all singing along but they’re doing it wrong,
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| you’re doing it wrong. |
| I can feel it in the air! |
| Now something tells me,
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| we’ve been here before…
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| At 21, I was basking in the warming sun. |
| I fell in love with the idea that life
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| had meaning to it. |
| So imagine my surprise when I did realize that everybody
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| here was just coincidental…
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| You take your love, put it on your shelf, while you’re moving units for someone
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| else, til you see dead eyes in the mirror’s face. |
| It’s a fucked up time,
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| in a fucked up place
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| But I know, I can’t let it go, I’ve been here too long. |
| Maybe I’m the one that
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| changed but if so, I want the devil I know, not some angel I don’t.
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| If it seems like they’re all singing along but they’re doing it wrong,
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| you’re doing it wrong. |
| I can feel it in the air!
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| Now something tells me, we’ve been here… something colder in the air…
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| as I feel my eyes growing tired and blind, can you calm me down,
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| would you calm me down?! |
| Because my bones and spirit bend and break but I
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| never thought that they would…
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| Now I’m 33, and all that’s left for me is greed, spite, and jealousy.
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| Oh, the humanity! |