So I woke up this mornin with this weird feeling
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And it was kind of like I was not really myself anymore
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So I ran to the mirror and it was still me
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That same cynical, doubtful, unshaven, dirty look
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Unshaven, dirty...
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Look, I don't know what's wrong with me
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I've been trying to figure it out for some time now
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Talkin to people about it
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It's kind of hard to explain
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It's kind of like a lack of excitement about anything... hmmm...
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Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional
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Maybe I need to say that I wish you would leave me alone this is personal
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The other night I just think
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I was pissed when you told me you thought I had lost control
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Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional
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I don't know, maybe it's just a phase or something
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I'm just going to get through or get over
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Maybe I'm just jaded for the time being
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You know, just desensitized from growing up in a time when
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I was barraged with action movies and video games
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Overblown media--hype, scandals and exposes
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It's almost like my eyes are the lenses of a camera
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And I'm watching everything happen around me
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I've grown so accustomed to lookin at things from afar
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In this weird kind of detached third person sort of way
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That I find myself waitin for things to happen to me in my lie
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And then all of a sudden I've come to this incredible understanding
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That my life is happening as all this is occurring
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As I'm waiting my life is happening
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this is my life and it's a little bit upsetting
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Rod Beck
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Stroke 9 |