You used to feel like a smoker shivering in the cold
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Waiting outside the bar till the opener's over
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But now you feel like a drinker, 20 days off the sauce
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Down at the liquor store trying to call your sponsor
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You used to feel like the forest fire burning
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But now you feel like a child throwing tantrums for your turn
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You used to sound like a prophet
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And everyone wanted to know
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How you could tell the truth without losing that soft glow
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But now you feel like a salesman closing another deal
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Or some drunk ship captain raging after the white whale
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You used to feel like a forest fire burning
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But now you feel like a child throwing tantrums and then some
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You used to feel like the prodigal returning
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But now, now you hate what you've made
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And you want to watch it burn
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Lost My Shape
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| David Bazan |
