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I force the art by losing heart. Turn off all the lights just to complain about the dark. Pin you to my soul so I can get you off my chest, I'm just a boy who's second guessed, just a boy who's second best. I hesitate and lose the race. Drive a thousand miles just to complain about the space. Tape my life to yours and then forget about the rest I'm just a boy who's second guessed, just a boy who's second best. Slow starts can lose a stage in this mountainous terrain, but I'd rather crush myself and vomit on this page than see it work cause if it hurts I'll write about it first. I'm just a boy beneath the stars who'd rather look down at the dirt.