I was hanging from my one last thread of hope
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I was swinging from a lonely little rope
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Made from my apathy grieve on Zevon, war and peace
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I was waiting for my turn to crash and burn
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I was past the point of no return alone up on the shelf
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Feeling sorry for myself
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Probably should have never dreamed out loud
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Probably should of never stood out from the crowd,
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my head up in the clouds
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My center of gravity is gone
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I'm tired of hanging in and holding on
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My center of gravity is gone
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Now it won't be long cause I am moving on
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Now i'm floating way above the atmosphere
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Now a constellation suddenly appeared
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Misery where art thou Houston there's a solution now
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All along it was there inside my soul
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All obsessed with things I can't control in all that bleak despair
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I found it simply smiling there
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Probably should stayed here on the ground
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Probably should of stayed here in this magnet town,
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but then i heard the sound
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Center Of Gravity
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Army Of Freshmen |