The ScriptSix Degrees Of Separation

You've read the books, you've watched the shows What's the best way, no one knows Meditate, yea, hypnotized Anything to take it from your mind But it won't go You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation You had the drink, you take a toke Watch the past go up in smoke You fake a smile, ya, lie and say You're better now than ever and your life's okay But it's not, no You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation 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 Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self You tell your friends, yea strangers too Anyone who will throw an arm around you Tarot cards, gems and stones Believing all the shit's gonna heal your soul Well it's not, whoa You're only doing things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation 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 Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's how you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's how you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation 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 You're going through six degrees of separation You're going through six degrees of separation Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self
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