Yesterday came and went and I wasn't present
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The weeks were laid out like pavement
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Work and drink and sleep, repeat
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Upon the beaten path
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I kept on my blinders...
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don't need any old reminders
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No face. No Name. No memories.
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If you love it, you leave it
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'cause you hate that you need it
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It's the one thing you can't have
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you're too self absorbed to change
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always, "My way."
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Tomorrow could come and go
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and I'd sleep right through it
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I'm not searching for self improvement
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I'm sticking to the beaten path
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Here and there I come across an old acquaintance-
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some old flame, some old burn victim
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I remember I need to forget
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everything I ever said to you
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If I could take it back-
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I'd eat every word
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You want to feel like all those others feel,
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but you won't- and you never will
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All that you love you lose
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You do.
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The Beaten Path
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| The Good Life |
