| I guess I should’ve known better
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| Everything’s become subjective
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| And we’re always changing our perspective of what’s right
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| And I’m caught between the color schemes of black and white
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| And I know that it’s not right
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| It’s not right
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| Because it seems that all the places we’re staying have been claimed
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| And all of the claims, they have been staked
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| So who am I to grate you?
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| And who am I to write?
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| They say when it rains that it pours
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| When the window, it closes
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| It opens up a door
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| And I’m caught between the color schemes of black and white
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| And I know that it’s not right
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| It’s not right
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| Because it seems that all the places we’re staying have been claimed
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| And all of the claims, they have been staked
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| So who am I to grate you?
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| And who am I to write?
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| The answer comes in time
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| That’s just the story of my life
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| That’s just the story of my life
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| I don’t want anything from anyone anymore
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| I don’t want anything from anyone anymore
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| Because it seems that all the places we’re staying have been claimed
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| And all of the claims, they have been staked
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| So who am I to grate you?
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| And who am I to write?
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| Seek, try, and all you’ll find is
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| That’s just the story of my life
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| I don’t want anything from anyone anymore |