I found a souvenir
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In things I collected
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The effect it had on me
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Turned out distressing.
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Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing
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It just reminded me of awkward emotions.
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Thoughts of my innocence
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Like alienation
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No self identity and massive confusion.
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I wanted desperately to think of the good times
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Guess I remember too much.
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Guess I would rather look at
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The path in front of me that's holding something new.
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Does it really do the trick when you're reunited
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Does it make you stop and think
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Things weren't meant to click.
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Does it really do the trick to be taken back
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Does it make you stop and think
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Of all the things you lacked.
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Time can give and take away at will
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Don't look back and don't stand still
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Cause time will bleed you dry.
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A little sympathy please for the petty bastards
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Who feel their glory days are behind them.
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So far behind them
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The person that they thought made such a difference
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Isn't even who they are now
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And they refuse to see how
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Everyday¡¯s another chance to mend a petty life.
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Does it really do the trick when you're reunited
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Does it make you stop and think
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Things weren't meant to click.
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Does it really do the trick to be taken back
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Does it make you stop and think
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Of all the things you lacked.
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Time can give and take away at will
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Don't look back, don't stand still
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Because time will bleed you dry.
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Bled dry
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Bled dry of motivation
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Bled dry of motivation
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Bled dry
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A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition.
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Bled dry
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Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside,
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Bled dry and left for dead
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Souvenir
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Sick Of It All |