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Sunday November 5th of 23 
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We fell back in time I rolled my eyes 
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While watching trees shake off their leaves 
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When the night comes early I can hardly sleep 
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So, I found an old familiar movie 
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I used to love, and I could rent for cheap 
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About an asshole who meets his younger self 
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But he hates the boy in front of him who's only trying to figure out 
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Where he is and how he got there 
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Stuck inside a loser's house who just turns out to be him in 30 years 
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And it makes me wonder yeah it makes me wonder 
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And it makes me wonder how long it's been 
 

 
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Yeah it makes me wonder how long it's been 
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Since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I'm a good man 
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If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again 
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(why) 
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Yeah it makes me wonder 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I got (time) 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I got time to come alive 
 

 
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In Grove St. Cemetery walking with a friend 
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While surrounded by the brightest minds the world had ever met 
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One rock boasts of pedigree another etched in all degrees 
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Though most stones you can't quite read their buried bones still speak 
 

 
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And they make me me wonder how long it's been 
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Since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I'm a good man 
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If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again 
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(why) 
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Yeah it makes me wonder 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I got (time) 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I got time 
 

 
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I don't get emotional about things like this usually 
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But buried underneath my skin a critic dies to be naive again 
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I don't get emotional about things like this usually 
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But buried underneath my skin a critic dies to just feel anything 
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To just feel anything 
 

 
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Yeah it makes me wonder how long it's been 
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Since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am 
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Yeah it makes me wonder if I'm a good man 
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If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again