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if i was made of matter
would i matter
probably not
if i was made of atoms
would you count them
and tell me what you thought
if i was made of neutrons
would you move on
and love her instead
if i was made of cells
would i be myself
and still wish i were dead
i don’t believe that i exist
nobody can tell me different
you don’t believe that i exist
nobody can tell you different
i don’t believe you exist
nobody can tell me different
if i was made of matter
would i matter
probably not
if i was made of atoms
would you count them
and tell me what you thought
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you’re always waiting
the train already came
but you’ll sit here forever
just so you know you didn’t miss it
(doors closing)
you’re getting older
everybody’s scared to tell ya
so you’ll watch the clock lose time
and say it’s something you can find
(next stop is bowling green)
and i wish you the best
every time you head home
we sit across from each other
so at least we’re not alone
you’re just ordinary
you could have been something
but you’re here instead
reciting quotes from dead men
(this is atlantic avenue)
you’re always waiting
for something to end and begin
and you’ll wait forever
until you find something better
(doors closing)
and i wish you the best
every time you head home
we sit across from each other
so at least we’re not alone
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we see the same sunset
03:37
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outsider
aren’t you afraid of the golden sun
the way it burns your tongue
when you admit the things you’ve done
outsider
seventeen was long ago
you grew up but you’re not old
you're just tired of the cold
outsider
you can’t sing songs by yourself
you put your friends up on the shelf
and they can’t hear your cries for help
outsider
you are nothing that they say
and you count of your mistakes
as you walk home from the train
you could be on the inside
if you want
you could be on the inside
but it’s hard
you could be on the inside
if you tried
but you never do you always
just get high
outsider
you’re standing out in city air
you say that you’ll never care
but i see you run your hands through your hair
outsider
you love but you don’t love right
you try to hold on to the empty night
and call me when it gets too tight
you could be on the inside
if you want
you could be on the inside
but it’s hard
you could be on the inside
if you tried
but you never do you always
just get high
outsider
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