The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
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My head is a carousel of pictures.
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The spinning never stops.
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I just want someone to walk in front
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and I'll follow the leader.
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Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
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Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
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but came to my senses.
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Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.
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I'm making plans.
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Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
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meet all of their demands.
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But all I do is just lay in bed
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and hide under the covers.
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I know I should be brave
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but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
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And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
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I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out.
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Working on the record seems pointless now.
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When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
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But Im tryin' and take some comfort in written words,
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yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good.
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When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.
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Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...
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all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time.
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Remember all those songs and the way we smiled
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in those basements made of music.
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But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
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So when I'm lost in a crowd,
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I hope that you'll pick me out.
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Oh, how I long to be found.
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The grass grew high. I laid down.
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Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
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I have been laying so low
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Don't want to lay here no more.
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Don't want to lay here no more.
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Don't want to lay here no more.
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Don't want to lay here no more.
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But if everything that happens is supposed to be
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and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
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Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.
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Nothing Gets Crossed Out
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| Bright Eyes |
