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Angry Lifetime
Too Easy Now
Happy
River Through my fire
In Your Eyes
Book of Rejection
Be a Clown
What If
People Say
Sometimes I wish
Redirected
She's a Slut
Little Dog
Falling Star
Nowhere home. All alone.
You can run and you can hide,
but you can barely stay alive.
The odds against you cast in stone.
The face in the puddle not sure of where it's goin'.
You ask yoursef "Why? Oh Why? Oh Why?"
I don't want to.
Redirected.
Emotion's got the best of you.
Redirected.
Still, you keep lookin' for some clue.
The fowl's fearless of the pot.
It's death is something the bird just never got.
But you're another story; you can't escape the thought
Of that fateful day when you're not.
You ask yoursef "Why? Oh Why? Oh Why?"
I don't want to.
Redirected.
Emotion's got the best of you.
Redirected.
Still, you keep lookin' for some clue.
Don't want to know your name anymore.
Don't want to roll the dice.
Don't want to live or die anymore.
Don't want anymore advice.
Thought and emotion may live on their own
Choosing inside whom they decide to roam.
Everything I've done I've redirected.
Emotion's got the best of you.
Redirected.
Still, you keep lookin' for some clue.
Redirected.
Run, run away like you don't care.
Redirected.
Don't worry you were never there.
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