I never thought I'd be driving through the country just to drive
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With only music and the clothes that I woke up in
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I never thought I'd need all this time alone it goes to show
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I had so much yet I had need for nothing
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But you
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This is just therapy
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Let's call it what it is
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(Not what we were)
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With a death-grip on this life always transitioning
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This is just therapy
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Cause you won't take my calls
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and that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me
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Letting it all sink in
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It's good to feel a sting now and again
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I hope it's one less woeful thing there is to fight through
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Forgetting it all begin
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Fresh paper and nice expensive pen
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The past can not subtract a thing from what I might do
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For you
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Unless that's what I let it do
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Loneliness and solitude are two things not to get confused
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Cause I spend my solitude with you
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I gather all the questions of the things I just can't get straight
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And I answer them the way I guess you'd do
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Cause this is my therapy
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Cause you're the only one that's listening to me
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This is my therapy
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Let's call it what it is not what we were
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With a death-grip on this life that's in transition
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This is my therapy
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Cause you won't hear me out
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and that makes God the only one who's left here listening
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Therapy
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| Relient K |
