| It might feel bleak sometimes
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| Like there’s no end in sight for you, for you
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| No matter how hard you try
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| You feel like you’re losing all you’re doing, you’re doing
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| And it can be so rough
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| It’s stressful enough
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| Picking apart everything that you do
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| Some days don’t go quite the way you planned them
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| Things can get fucked up and get real bad
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| Whatever happens, know it gets better
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| You can be happy, not sad
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| It’s the lines on our faces that show us the map
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| Where we’ve been, we’ve been
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| You’re bent and you’re broken
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| You feel like a joke, but it’s not true, not true
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| Your thread’s come unwoven
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| But we’ll patch you up real good, real good
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| And it can be so rough
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| It’s stressful enough
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| Picking apart everything that you do
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| Some days don’t go quite the way you planned them
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| Things can get fucked up and get real bad
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| Whatever happens, know it gets better
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| You can be happy, not sad
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| It’s the lines on our faces that show us the map
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| Where we’ve been, we’ve been
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| It all gets better for you
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| It all gets better for you
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| Some days don’t go quite the way you planned them
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| Things can get fucked up and get real bad
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| But, whatever happens, know it gets better
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| You can be happy, not sad
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| It’s the lines on our faces that show us the map
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| Where we’ve been, we’ve been
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| The lines on our faces that show us the map
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| Where we’ve been, we’ve been |