When I was a kid
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Puzzles were the best
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You took a great memory and then you
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Tore 'em all to shreds
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Picking up the pieces
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Remember where they fell
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Couldn't find that one last piece to fill
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That empty well
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Veins are runnin' dry
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Confusion in my mind
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Where's that one last piece, man, I think
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I'm going blind
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I'm sick of this jigsaw
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I think I'm cracking up
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Why can't I find the piece
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That's lacking in my guts
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The top is off the box is gone
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The puzzles laid out on the floor
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I've held the piece in my hand
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I know I've seen it here before
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Empty space, incomplete
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Is the puzzle of my soul
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If I search on my knees I know I'll find
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The peace that fills the hole
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Searching through the what-if's
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What about the maybe's
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I think about the time that's spent
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Trying to separate these
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Driven to the brink
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Maybe pushing crazy
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I have seen the enemy and the enemy is me
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I can't fight any longer
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The battle's already won
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If I only saw it earlier
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How could I have been so dumb
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The piece was in the sky
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Reflected in my eyes
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Now my old self I hardly recognize
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Jigsaw
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| The Insyderz |
