Ten thousand words swarm around my head
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Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
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I wrote or read them all when searchina€™ in the swarms
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Still cana€™t find out how to hold my hands
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And I know you need me in the next room over
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But I am stuck in here all paralyzed
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For months I got myself in ruts
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Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls
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Aina€™t it like most people? Ia€™m no different
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We love to talk on things we dona€™t know about
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Aina€™t it like most people? Ia€™m no different
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We love to talk on things we dona€™t know about
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And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief
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And says Ia€™m too caught up
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They say young is good and old is fine
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And truth is cool but all that matters
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Is that you have your good times
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But their good times come with prices
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And I cana€™t believe it when I hear the jokes they make
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At anyonea€™s expense except their own
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Would they laugh if they knew who paid?
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Aina€™t it like most people? Ia€™m no different
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We love to talk on things we dona€™t know about
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Aina€™t it like most people? Ia€™m no different
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We love to talk on things we dona€™t know about
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And after we are through ten years
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of making it to be the most of glorious debuts
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Ia€™ll come back home without my things
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a€?Cause the clothes I wore out there I will not wear a€™round you
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And theya€™ll be quick to point out our shortcomings
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And how the experts all have had their doubts
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Aina€™t it like most people? Ia€™m no different
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We love to talk on things we dona€™t know about
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Ten Thousand Words
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| The Avett Brothers |
