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The Script
Lyrics for Song: Six Degrees Of Separation
Lyrics for Album: #3 [2012]
You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditated, yeah, hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Oh oh,
You're going through six degrees of seperation.
You hear the drinking, take a toll
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
Well it's not, no.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Oh oh,
You're going through six degrees of seperation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone throwing an arm around you, yeah
Tarrot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal ya soul.
We'll it's not, no
You're only doing things out of desperation,
Oh oh,
You're going through six degrees of seperation..
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure,
You take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the six degrees of seperation
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure,
You take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the six degrees of seperation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
Oh, you're going through six degrees of seperation
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
Oh, you're going through six degrees of seperation
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
Ooh
My mother aint no help, it's every man for himself
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