I talk with my friend over the phone,
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I'm scared to say things I don't know and be wrong,
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And words always sound much better
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Coming out of someone else
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But put it in a song and I know that we can get along
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I'm trying to lose, lose my mind
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When it's gone I'll tell you where it went
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About the extent of its stay
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Strum a few chords and use my voice
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And make this song with the hopes that you'd play along
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Along. . .
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-whistling-
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And look at the ones before me, some say I waste my time
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But normal life seems so boring,
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so trying to lose my mind
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Well I met a girl, she didn’t like my song
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She told me that old songs are better
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She played me her favorite records
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This is how I repaid her
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I said it's no Paper Sun but I hope that you can sing along
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Alone . . .
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And looking to ones before me,
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well some say I waste my time
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But normal life seems so boring
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so I’m trying to lose my mind.
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Trying To Lose My Mind
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| Matt Costa |
