Another night alone on a dark road somewhere far away from my home
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The summer's on my mind, but it's far behind
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Face in a sink reflects these caffienated insides
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It's life scenarios you think of while you're alone and on my own
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Like if my parents paid for everything I own I could be somewhere in a classroom taking notes
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Of things that I already know, or think I do, what doesn't kill you makes you grow
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This nine to five turns into twenty-four hours
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It seems that sweet escape from this cold, dark prison is a dream
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My priorities forgotten, stuck in a cycle on your knees
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Deliver with spite to my friends, my enemies
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Some days I stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my quickened heartbeat
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I hear noises overhead, this face isn't strong enough to sleep
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I have a dream that I can sleep on my own
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These days my pale reflection can't pretend that this is all I have to offer
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I hear noises overhead, this throat isn't strong enough to scream
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Or so it seems, cause now I scream on my own
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This cup of coffee burning my insides and sip after sip
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I grow and come to realize that this is moving on.
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What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Grow
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