Ask why
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You don't wanna talk about the things that make you cry
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You're never really sure about the reasons all the while
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Same thing
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Except the main intention, yours wasn't meant to cut
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And that look upon your face can only mean one thing
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And that is
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You hate the things that I'm thinking
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The things read in my eyes
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We open up the box and let the demons in the skies
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Yeah the skies
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But I'm learning all about my life
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Cause I read it on the front page on the paper
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The boy on the bike has delivered my life
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And along with it comes my alibies
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And I'm screaming at the side of the page
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In the corner as I read it I drop my coffee
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The dates not today or the day before, its the next,
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That's what kills me
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I have no choice
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I can't remember all the things you said
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I can't remember all the times that you turn that perfect smile
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Upside down and then
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Spun it all around
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In the office that I animate
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A senior guy but I can't relate
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To words from happy songs
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A title of a boy who was a little bit empty
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Blind man
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I wish my limbs were broken
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I'd have hands to heal
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I can't wake up and I can't sleep
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So just crash
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Just crash
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In the time that it took the flashing van to split the road
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I actually cared about its destination
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The car with the cans on the back and the sign just bearing my expectation
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Pull to the side possibly for like everyone else ask the simplest questions
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Was it the wife of a lover or a child of a mother or some hated politician
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And I remember reading all about it in the morning
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Yes one awful sad misfortune
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The light had turned red but the witnesses said
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His eyes were on the girl beside him
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So take your time
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Rest your mind
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And let others creep into your soul now
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In my life
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There are few
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Opportunities to
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Find release
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And justify some peace
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Justify some
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Justify some
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Justify some fun release
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Justify some peace
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Paperboy
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| Stabilo |
