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@ @ |
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The Garden State, |
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And from the looks, all pitiful and gray. |
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As I awake to the garbage marked today, |
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I hope they take all of my old mistakes, |
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'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own. |
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My eye it spins |
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When I look at the mirror and spit at |
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The man I see, with anchors for his eyes. |
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I build my castles up at the sky |
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So when it rains, they melt away with shame. |
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Here I am, |
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Looking down at |
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The bottom of the glasses. |
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It's all my fault that, |
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I need a sign, |
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Like shooting stars, |
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To help connect the dots |
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And turn my cuts into scars. |
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All of my fears |
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Are getting checked by the medicine I take. |
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All other guys just gather rumors of decent. |
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There will be a riot in my heart still. |
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It wants to be beneath the open sky. |
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Here I am, |
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Looking down at |
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The bottom of the glasses. |
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It's all my fault that, |
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I need a sign, |
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Like shooting stars, |
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To help connect the dots |
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And turn my cuts into scars. |
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My regrets are what keep me still alive. |
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I need to make up for all the lies. |
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My regrets are what keep me still alive. |
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I need to make up for all the lies. |
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Here I am, |
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Looking down at |
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The bottom of the glasses. |
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It's all my fault that, |
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I need a sign, |
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Like shooting stars, |
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To help connect the dots |
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And turn my cuts into scars. |
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Here I am, |
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Looking down at |
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The bottom of the glasses. |
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It's all my fault that, |
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I need a sign, |
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Like shooting stars, |
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To help connect the dots |
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And turn my cuts into scars. |
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