Snowglobe

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Imagine you're in a snowglobe, right?
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And all these people keep coming and shaking you around
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It's above, below you, and then you're on the ground, the snow flutters around
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Searching for a soft place to land
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The person stares and appreciates, but not for a tad
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Bit later they begin to shake more violently, and you begin to trip less valiantly
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And then it all comes crashing down


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You wake up in a cold sweat, it's 3 am, and you're still depressed
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Why is this happening, where did I go wrong

Is God angry at me
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Or am I just another sad song
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Another sad, sad song
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Just another sad, sad, sad, sad, song


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Cause here we are again in this endless fucking snow globe
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Round and round we're shaken, stared at like an alien probe
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The snow's overwhelming, defeating every sound
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Please, giant human, can you just drop me and smash me to the ground.


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Then I wake up
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I wake up and realize I'm just another sad song,
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A statistic, a number, joining the millions who sing to this same sad song
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Another one of them who cries to the sad song, who rants to their friends the same lyrics all 
along
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Who hears the same melody every night while I'm trying to sleep
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And the melody goes you are worthless, you are fake, and you make people feel meek
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But don't forget about the drum solo, oh, no no no
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Cause it reminds me of all the stupid shit I've ever done because I'm
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Just a sad, sad song
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Just a sad, sad song
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Another sad, sad song


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Piano at 3 am is my cowbell
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I have a disease, and that's the only prescription
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People think I'm happy, that's a misconception
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My mind is a weapon
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I'm bettin' I'll be done in three years
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Or maybe I'll just be writing another sad song
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Another sad song