I've spent all this time
working so hard
trying to make ends meet.
what was it for?
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't know anymore.
There's a part of me
always wishing for something
that I can't have,
is that the point?
I don't know
I don't know what I want anymore
I don't know anymore.
I'll let you down
I'll let you down
I'll let you down
I'll let you down...
Paper Route
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