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Now I know I took for granted that things Would always go the way I wanted oh
I was going to be a treetop A sea, a boat, a rock of ages
I don't always get it right I'd see it in a different kind of light
Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years
I'd always thought it's automatic to grow into a soul less static
But here I am upon the same spot Attempting to lift off into space
I don't always get it right But a thousand different ways
And I just might
Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years
Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years