Heartbeats that race, but feet that drag.
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Your parents split up and I'm left here to feel sorry for you.
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I'm just not sure if this is how it's supposed to be with me on your bed,
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and your eyes glued to the TV.
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I'm just not sure if I fit into this film strip of yesterdays
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and this is as real as it gets.
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This is as real as I can be
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and it just feels right floating around your room.
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It just feels right touching your hair.
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It just feels right to hold onto what we felt before.
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But I'm apathetic with a capitol "A".
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And I'm fading into this old chair.
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There just isn't enough magic to turn this one around.
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I can't play the role of concerned anymore.
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She says, "This life is for the birds."
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But heavens no, don't go away tonight.
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'Cause this isn't about what's on the TV set.
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It's about how you've handled yourself
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and how it isn't working anymore.
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It's ten seconds until it gets quiet.
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It's old and it's far fetched to say that spring is around the corner.
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And if this is how it ends, I'm already dead.
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The Consequences Of Learning How To Fly
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
