Well, the sun was made for people who were never gonna touch it
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but keep their heads up anyway
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And my notebook's filled with stories, some of them have kept their meanings
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most of them I've thrown away
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And my phone calls with the stranger
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And we have nothing in common
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And I have nothing to say
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Fingertips find the pulse now
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As the heart begins to slow down
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And a best friend slips away
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It used to go question and then answer
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But we were younger and it was easy
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And now it goes question and then question,
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Question, answers don't come so easy
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But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to occupy my time
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Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
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Looking for answers I'll never find.
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Sometimes you talk when you are sleeping about things that have no meaning
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but I listen anyway
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I have been thinking about leaving, but my best options say to stay
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I think I'll lay down in the street and let the cars drag me away
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"You know what I mean?" I think you ask me when you're done telling me your story
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But I am drunk and I have been ignoring every single word you say.
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And now you show me new tattoos as my fingers touch your skin
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You say they all have so much meaning, while colored ink is sinking in.
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It used to go question and then answer
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But we were younger and it was easy
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And now it goes question and then question,
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Question, answers don't come so easy
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But I am a grown-up, so I should find something to occupy my time
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Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
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Looking for answers I'll never find.
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Hello World
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| The Front Bottoms |
