Well nothing's what it was last week
Still our limbs work just the same
But all our holes burn much too deep
With the reasons we can't fall asleep
And i don't know why
When all that was left were daydreams
And sweaters it's too warm to wear
You decided you'd be sorry
Frankly, i don't think it's fair
And i don't know why i even try most times
So that's the problem with kids like you and me
We make one-thousand-foot-tall mountains from
The speedbumps on our street
And stand still
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