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Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
But who would wanna go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it
Bad memories and good times
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off
No longer, no longer the same
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location
Standing still becomes a chore
Anxious to get the pavement moving
The easy solution to this
And everything else is to move on
It comes equipped with the last word
They find ways to drag you along
And dismantle what you created
It's already hard enough to say I need it
Bad memories and good times
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off
No longer, no longer the same
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location
Standing still becomes a chore
Anxious to get the pavement moving
Happiness is not having to
Lie on the floor dead alone
Happiness is not having to
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