I'm looking for the upsides to these panic-attack nights
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where I'm staying in eating take-out food by TV light
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I'm trying to play the b-side to this awkward life of mine
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You could flip me over
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I'd sing a few lines about how
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I'm so used to shooting myself in the kneecaps
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standing in the way of progress or letting down my friends
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I'm nailing shards of hope together
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to put something over my head
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because you know here it's always raining
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and it happened again. It happened again
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She said, a¢æ©«I let this slide when we were younger
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You know you don't have to write like this
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The whole world's full of losers
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If you get a chance to win, take ita¢æ?
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I stood on the roof with Matt and Molly
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Watched the gray slide off the city
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because it's finally spring
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We rode our bikes over to 6th Street
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to Washington Square Park
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to see if the tides would turn for me
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I'm nailing shards of hope together
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to put something over my head
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because you know here it's always raining
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and it happened again. It happened again
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She said, a¢æ©«I let this slide when we were younger
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You know you don't have to write like this
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The whole world's full of losers
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If you get a chance to win, take ita¢æ?
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I left a lot of blood in California
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on our first trip out west
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I was younger and restless back then
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and I thought, if no one's in my corner
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since everyone left
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I'd better make it worth it
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Washington Square Park
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| The Wonder Years |
