Sitting around, no work today
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Try pacing to keep awake
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Laying around, no school today
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Just drink until the clock has circled all the way
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It is late afternoon
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As you walk through the rooms
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Of a house that is quiet
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Except for unanswered telephones
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You stand near the sink
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While you're mixing a drink
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You think you don't want to pass out
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Where your roommates will find you again
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Stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do
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You're always looking for something
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To sniff, smoke, or swallow
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Calling over next door to see what they got
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But you would settle for anything
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That would make your brain slow down or stop
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Break this circle of thoughts you chase
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Before they catch back up with you
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And your parents noticed your thinning face,
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All the weight you lost
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All the weight you are losing
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You said, "I'm done feeling like a skeleton
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No more sleep walking dead"
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You're going to wake from this coma
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You're going to crawl from this bed you have made
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And stop counting on that camera
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That hangs round your neck
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Because it won't ever remember
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What you choose to forget
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As you try to find some source of light
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Try to name one thing you like
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You used to have such a longer list
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And light you never had to look for it
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But now it's so easy to second guess everything you do
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Until all you want is to finish this half empty glass
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Before the ice melts away
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This feeling used to pass
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But seems like it's every day and every night now
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A Line Allows Progress, a Circle Does Not
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Bright Eyes |