| Alone in Central Park
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| Wish I was back in Oklahoma
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| With the thoughts in my heart
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| That were weighing down my chin
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| Siting on a park bench
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| I was singing along to Backstreets
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| Thinking, how do I get myself in situations that I’m in
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| I’ve fallen victim to decisions I make
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| Avoid the paths I refuse to take
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| My back is breaking trying to carry the weight
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| I hope I’m that not falling
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| Now I’m down on my knees trying to fight this disease
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| And when I come up for air, it’s getting too hard to breathe
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| Beneath our feet is what’s beneath this moon
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| We sing our hearts cause the words ring true
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| You know I told you so
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| Is just a, you know I’m right
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| You’re leaving to never return
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| You’ve gotta believe it was all for nothing
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| The bridges you crashed and you burned
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| You’ve gotta believe it was all for nothing
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| The lessons you’ll never relearn
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| You’ve gotta believe it was all for something
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Sick and tired of trying to settle the score
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| When I’m down on my knees trying to fight this disease
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| When I come up for air, it’s getting too hard to breathe
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| I’m down on my knees trying to fight this disease
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| When I come up for air, it’s getting too hard to breathe
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| I’m down on my knees trying to fight this disease
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| When I come up for air, it’s getting too hard to breathe
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| And it’s back home
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| It’s what we know
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| You know I told you so
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| Is just a, you know I’m right
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| Faith in your compromised dream
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| Fades away as it all falls apart at the seams
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| Take what you can, stop running away
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| Like it’s all you’ll ever own
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us
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| The system, it wasn’t designed for us |