But that's only when I think of you,
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Some vision that I hold on to,
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You know it's everything I do,
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You know it's everything I do.
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Can almost stand competing with the others
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Can almost hear the fun that I should be having.
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Instead of all this dreaming...
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But it's only when I think of you,
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The mover I could turn into,
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There must be something I can do,
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There must be something I can do.
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But I just don't know
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How to feel right,
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A beautiful girl
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Is wasting my life,
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I'm playing a part
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As somebody else,
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While trying so hard
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To be myself.
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I just need to hear
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Somebody say,
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That this will make sense one day.
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I guess I'm alright
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But they're all doing so well,
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What I would give
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To be under that spell...
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You'll know soon.
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In so many ways
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I'm somebody else
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I'm trying so hard
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To be myself.
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I just need to hear
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Somebody say
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That this will all make
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Sense one day.
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Well it's getting late
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I'd better go
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I made it this far
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As far as I know.
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Music To Walk Home By
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| Tame Impala |
