Come On Guys

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Love how you disappear, if I need you
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You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try

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To figure out, where I'm going
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And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing
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And one can only imagine the things that you think of
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I want to see the country, without goodbyes
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But I can't afford that, so fuck my life

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And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry
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 When did I leave the seventh grade?
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You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say
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My words can't make my problems go away

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You say I lose things, that I can't find
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There's no more covers, left to hide in
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You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try
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Everyone's stuck, living their "skewed up version of life"
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And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee
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I wish I had tried more, I wish I had tried more, I wish I had tried more

    A                                                                Dmaj7
And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry
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 When did I stop thinking this way?
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I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say
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Your words can't make my problems go away
    A                                                                Dmaj7
And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry
A                             Dmaj7
 When do I stop feeling this way?
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I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say
   A                                Dmaj7
My words can't make my problems go away

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