I wish there was something I could do for you
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I wish there were some words I could say
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But I know that you thought it out so well
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And I know there is nothing I should say
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Figured it all out, figured it all out
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And nothing stands up to biology
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And truth is built on shady ground
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Depression's all I get from philosophy
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And, but really, but really, what truth I've found
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Who's to blame, the educated remains, the scholars
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So tell me what's the point of surviving
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Why do we try so hard to stay alive?
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We know that nothing we do really matters
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And it, it will away with time
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It'll wash away with time
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Wash away with time
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But there's a feeling I get when the end is loud enough
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And there's a feeling I get when she smiles at me
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And there's a feeling I get when I'm staying awake with you, girl
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Stay awake with you
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And that is all there is, and that is all I need
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Someday you'll see, that is truth
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The body grows tired when no sleep can mend it
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And tired has chased and killed all of our friends
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There's no place left in the sky for them to send us to
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Just lay down and let the light come through the doors
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Cover up our dreams, cover up the years
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As you take, our bodies will make the raspberries grow
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Go Find Yourself A Dry Place
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| Bright Eyes |
