John K. Samson
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[Verse 1]
That hashtag wants me dead, but I don't mind
It's just another way we grieve
For all the times we failed to be the ones
We thought we had the chance to be

[Chorus 1]
And when it gets too complicated
When you can't get to sleep
When the morning seems impossible
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[Verse 2]
And I don't mean to miss the good old days
The good old days were mostly bad
But I recall how dark the night got then
How absences could make me glad

[Chorus 2]
So when it's too illuminated
Too loud and indiscreet
When it gets you stoned or gets you strange
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