I stand alone on the verge of 24
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I can not doubt, I'm left unsure
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Everyone I know has a casket made
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The black spins out, the roads are paved
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Do I still have time to make mistakes?
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Is this the point where I bend or break?
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Am I too far gone to medicate?
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Is this a birth or is this a wake?
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There was a part of me
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That I lost when I was seventeen
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I can't get back
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The innocence I gave to scenes
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In between Jersey plays
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Was just an act
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I would slit my throat and blinded through my lies
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Desperate I am matched with two black eyes
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At the mouth of a river people sit
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With concrete shoes ready to jump in
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Do I still have time to chase my dreams?
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Or did that pass, sail out and leave?
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Is there still room for me to grow?
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Or is this feud all that I know?
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There was a part of me
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That I lost when I was seventeen
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I can't get back
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The innocence I gave to scenes
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In between Jersey plays
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Was just an act
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Sometimes I want, to just give in
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Accept the answers without a question
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It's easier, I must confess
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To treat this life like it's a waiting room for death
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How can I make sense of this mess?
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I'll share my emptiness with a glass
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It's my best bet for happiness
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There was a part of me
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That I lost when I was seventeen
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I can't get back
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The innocence I gave to scenes
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In between Jersey plays
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Was just an act
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There was a part of me
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That I lost when I was seventeen
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I can't get back
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The innocence I gave to scenes
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In between Jersey plays
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Was just an act
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Life Is Not A Waiting Room
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Senses Fail |