| I gave up trying to stitch or patch them up
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| They’re on display
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| For everyone to use them how they want
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| (It all repeats)
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| The plays go up on the songs that cut you deep
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| They want it all
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| Their prying eyes
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| Just waiting till you fall
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| All of the seasons, all of the days
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| All of the reasons I felt this way
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| So long (so long), so long (so long)
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| All of the records and all of the shows
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| All of the nights where I sang those words
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| So long (so long), so long
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| (The iron fist)
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| It holds you down and it never bares the gift
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| Oh, what a shame
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| A passing trend
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| They’ll soon forget my name
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| (The lights went dark)
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| A bastard son that could never hit the mark
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| Or fit the frame
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| The more things changed
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| The more they stayed the same
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| All of the seasons, all of the days
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| All of the reasons I felt this way
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| So long (so long), so long (so long)
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| All of the records and all of the shows
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| All of the nights where I sang those words
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| So long (so long), so long, so long (so long)
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| When I look into the mirror I decide myself
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| I can’t muster up the courage to ask for help
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| These problems keep appearing
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| It’s clear I’ve hit the ceiling
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| Who could ask for more than their name in lights?
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| I guess I’m something like a giant afraid of heights
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| I’m searching for a meaning
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| Reality is fleeting
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| Splitting headache
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| I’m paralyzed
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| It’s like a war zone inside my mind
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| All of the seasons, all of the days
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| All of the reasons I felt this way
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| So long (so long), so long (so long)
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| All of the records and all of the shows
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| All of the nights where I sang those words
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| So long (so long), so long, so long
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| (All for nothing) |