I don't feel alright
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In spite of these comforting sounds
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You make
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I don't feel alright
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Because you make promises
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That you break
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Into your house
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Why don't we share our solitude?
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Nothing is pure anymore but solitude
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It's hard to make sense
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Feels as if I'm sensing you
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Through a lens
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If someone else comes
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I'll just sit here listening to the drums
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Previously I never called it solitude
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And probably you know
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All the dirty shows I've put on
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Blunted and exhausted like anyone
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Honestly I tried to avoid it
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Honestly
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Back when we were kids
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We would always know when to stop
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And now all the good kids are
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Messing up
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Nobody has gained or
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Accomplished anything
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Comforting Sounds
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| Birdy |
