i guess this means i didn't make it
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but everyone's unhappy
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and all we have in common
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is a fondness for the past
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i don't know what will make me sated
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i don't wanna run your rat race
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if i make sure i never finish
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then i'll never come in last
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so waste your life away
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while memories await outside your door
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and don't wait up for me
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while you sit and reminisce i'll be out here
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making more
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everyone's searching for the meaning
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let the masses give the answers
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if we believe that we're all worthless
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then i guess it must be true
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and if your day of judgement ever comes
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i guess i'll wish i'd lived my life in fear
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and apologized for everything
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like you
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but i don't need another hallmark holiday
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to tell me who to love or what to do
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leave my life up to me
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and everything that's left
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i'll leave that up to you
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Hallmark Holiday
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| Third Try |
