Snowglobe

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Imagine you're in a snowglobe, 
right?
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And all these people keep coming and
 shaking you around
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It's above, below you, and then 
you're on the ground, the snow 
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flutters around
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Searching for a soft place to land
The person stares and appreciates, 
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but not for a tad
Bit later they begin to shake more 
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violently, and you begin to trip 
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less valiantly
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And then it all comes crashing down


You wake up in a cold sweat, it's 3 
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am, and you're still depressed
Why is this happening, where did I 
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go wrong

Is God angry at me
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Or am I just another sad song
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Another sad, sad song
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Just another sad, sad, sad, sad, 
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song


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Cause here we are again in this 
endless fucking snow globe
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Round and round we're shaken, stared
 at like an alien probe
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The snow's overwhelming, defeating 
every sound
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Please, giant human, can you just 
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drop me and smash me to the ground.


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Then I wake up
I wake up and realize I'm just 
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another sad song,
A statistic, a number, joining the 
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millions who sing to this same sad 
song
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Another one of them who cries to 
the sad song, who rants to their 
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friends the same lyrics all along
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Who hears the same melody every 
night while I'm trying to sleep
And the melody goes you are 
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worthless, you are fake, and you 
make people feel meek
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But don't forget about the drum 
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solo, oh, no no no
Cause it reminds me of all the 
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stupid shit I've ever done because 
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I'm
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Just a sad, sad song
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Just a sad, sad song
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Another sad, sad song


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Piano at 3 am is my cowbell
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I have a disease, and that's the 
only prescription
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People think I'm happy, that's a 
misconception
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My mind is a weapon
I'm bettin' I'll be done in three 
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years
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Or maybe I'll just be writing 
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another sad song
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Another sad song