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It's the nothing that I know |
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That makes me feel |
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More comfortable to be different |
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Rather than useful |
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And this nothing that I know |
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It makes me feel |
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More comfortable when I'm distant |
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Rather than crucial |
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And every voice I've ever heard |
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Has never made much sense |
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They never make much sense to me |
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(And what if) |
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Years will make you see things in the distance |
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How do you see things in the distance? |
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(And what if) |
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Years will make you see things in the distance |
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How will I see things in the distance? |
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The more nothing that I know |
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It makes me feel more important |
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Or maybe just more intelligent |
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Than I first thought |
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But providing you with answers |
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Isn't what I'm hoping for |
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It's only so that I will not be different |
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And every voice I've ever heard |
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Has never made much sense |
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They never make much sense to me |
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And every voice I've ever heard |
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They never made much sense |
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They'll never make much sense to me |
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(And what if) |
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Years will make you see things in the distance |
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How do you see things in the distance? |
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(And what if) |
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Years will make you see things in the distance |
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How will I see things in the distance? |
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And what if the years wont see it? |
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What if the years don't see it |
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The way I want them to? |
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And what if the years wont see it? |
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What if the years don't see it |
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The way I want them to? |
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And every voice |
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I've heard |
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They make no sense to me |
