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2005 - 2006 Oh my, Oh my God, why
Do I live my life like I'm immortal
Like I've got more time to give
Than I know what to do with
And now I can't describe
Oh my, Oh my God, why
Exactly the way it feels like
Living life this way
Small explosions are beginning to sound like rain
And I don't know what to believe in
Other than everything in due time will change
And that it's getting harder and harder each day to believe at all
The perfection I seek
I now know is likely to never come
No matter how many expectations she may meet
And now hope is getting all but bleak
And all I ever seem to see are the shortcomings
That keep me running further and further away
I take it lightly, like a stride in a step in the middle of a day
That isn't noticed until the price of living is finally and fully paid
And it isn't worth what's lost in terms of the height of the wage
Except, of course, in terms of the wisdom you can claim on the day you die
And I don't know what to believe in
But, Oh my, Oh my God, I know someday I will
