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Am F C C

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I spent a dozen years, living in a bottle
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Drowning thoughts with whiskey flavored stones
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Terrified of my own humanity
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But the truth I've learned is that we're all alone

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You either die young and pass with your conviction
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Or you live long enough to become what you hate
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We all think that we're destined for greatness
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But the clock is more dependable than fate


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Am F C C


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And now moderation is just my new addiction
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I'm keeping track as a way to pass the time
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Struggling with my mediocrity
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Cautionary tale where I'm the paradigm

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Now I'm trying to learn, to live inside the moment
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But anxiety somehow always prevails
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Lonely though I've given up on privacy
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A common state of mind, when everyone you meet's in sales


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Am F C C

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You ain't born with strength, it's something you develop
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So I hold my head up high, the way men do in cowboy songs
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Uncertainty ways heavy on your shoulders
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Living the dream still occasionally feels wrong


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I said that living the dream still occasionally feels wrong