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What'd you do when I was gone? |
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I pretty much just hung around. |
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Did you get any work done? |
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I said "no, I just hung around..." |
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I've got a lack of motivation, a lapse in ambition, |
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I sit and watch the fire burn and wish I could burn with it. |
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I've fallen by the wayside of pretentious young writers, |
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Looking for inspiration in party time liars. |
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What do you do now that I am gone? |
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I spend most nights alone, |
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Singing songs in my room, |
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And all of them are for you. |
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It's an awful sinking feeling when your own heart starts stealing |
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Reason from the mind. Sometimes I dream of getting in my car, |
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And driving straight through the night. |
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But you can't force a feeling and you can't conjure up meaning, |
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Without perhaps believing that you're good enough. |
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You can't force the feeling and you can't conjure up meaning, |
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Without perhaps believing that you're good enough. |
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You can't force the feeling and you can't conjure up meaning, |
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Without perhaps believing that you're good enough. |