Broken pieces on the ground
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fading in and fading out
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Masochistic happiness
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I wonder why you won¡¯t move on
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and what you¡¯ll do when I am gone
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This hasn¡¯t really made much sense
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Since the very first time
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-chorus: I was never meant to be a motor
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And I¡¯ve just always kind of been a floater
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If ever you shuld come around
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and try to keep from coming down
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Then I (oh I) then I will be your only one-
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I remember thinking I would try
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To slow you down so we could find
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All the things that you had missed
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The reoccurring consequence
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Trippin¡¯ on me in your OCD
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A drama queen that just won¡¯t agree
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I am just the accident in your ever tragic comedy
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Tell me this or tell me that
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But I don¡¯t listen much to that
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Erase the face you wear and come inside
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-chorus-
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You could tell me this or tell me that
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But I don¡¯t listen much to that
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Erase the face you wear and come inside
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Motor
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| Neve |
