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    Last night I crashed my car right into a restaurant
    It's the most that I've felt alive or something in so long
    In the ambulance lights I took in what I'd done
    And I noticed one of my shoes was untied
    As the waitress, she sat down with me outside

    'Cause sometimes I'm happy adjacent
    Sometimes it's all decoration
    I can only take myself in sips
    When turning 30 leaves you tasting
    Emotional dehydration
    That's where all the miracles are hid
    If you blink, you're gonna miss it

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    I called a psychic hotline mostly to argue
    And blame my humiliation on what her cards drew
    But I have an admiration for people who tell you
    That they know exactly where you're meant to land
    Sometimes you need that kind of comfort on demand

    Sometimes I'm happy adjacent
    Sometimes it's all decoration
    Sometimes I'm embarrassed I exist
    When California leaves you tasting
    Smoker's mouth and desperation
    That's when something in you really clicks
    If you blink, you're gonna miss it

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    Composition: Dan Book, Matthew Koma, and Taylor Goldsmith

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