| Lyric | Song |
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| 'It's so hard to beat the system / when you're standing at a distance.' | |
| 'And it's hard for me to take a stand / when I would take her any way I can.' | |
| 'And I could see clearly an indelible line was drawn / between what was good, what just slipped out, and what went wrong.' | |
| 'I'll never know what makes this man / with all the love that his heart can stand / dream of ways to throw it all away.' | |
| 'Here is a line that you won't understand / I'm half of the boy but twice the man / carry the weight of the world in the palm of my hand.' | |
| 'And it's strange / how clouds that look like mountains in the sky / are next to mountains anyway.' | |
| 'All you need is love is a lie cause / we had love but we still said goodbye.' | |
| 'You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it / I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.' | |
| 'So the good boys and girls take the so called 'right track' / faded white hats, grabbing credits and maybe transfers / they read all the books but can't find the answers.' | |
| 'Drop his name / push it in a twist the knife again / watch my face / as I pretend to feel no pain.' | |
| 'You can be mad in the morning / or the afternoon instead / but don't leave 98 and 6 degrees of separation from you baby.' | |
| 'I adore you but there's a hole in the cup that should hold your love.' | |
| 'We close the tab, split a cab, and call each other up when we get home / falling asleep to the sound of sirens.' | |
| 'Here I stand / six feet small / and smiling 'cause I'm scared as hell.' | |
| 'Though we both know the worst part about it / is I would be free when you wanted me / if you wanted me.' | |
| 'And I wonder sometimes / about the outcome / of a still verdictless life.' | |
| 'Don't know how else to say it, don't want to see my parents go / one generation's length away from fighting life out on my own.' | |
| 'I am not a nomad / I am not a rocketman / I was born a house cat / by the slight of my mother's hand.' | |
| 'She thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking / and poses for pictures that aren't being taken / I loved your gray sweatpants, no makeup, so perfect.' | |
| 'Some need the exhibition / some have to know they tried / it's the chemical weapon for the war that's raging on inside.' | |
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