You can spend your life, trying to reach the highest
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But know, most planes make awful boats,
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So sink to the lowest of the low,
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Hello, I’ve made my home in the second guess, Always second best
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The taste of my skin, is purest bitterness.
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Till I remember january may be cold and wet here,
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someone’s singing summer songs in Australia
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It seems each new day, has got a job to do,
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to take its days worth of pain
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Out of me and you.
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Tireless Traveler, I don’t care anymore how I appear
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Tireless Traveler, Things are going to be different around here
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Let the sunlight shine to give me distrustful eyes
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I’ve seen happiness before, I know what it means man,
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I know how it looks ya.
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More eerie irregular than it was when I was a kid
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It’s teaching me a constant lesson in how to keep learning nothing.
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Laboratory
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| Waxwing |
