You've read the books, you've watched the shows
What's the best way, no one knows, yeah
Meditade, get, hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won't, go
You're doing all these things out of desperation, oh woah
You're going through six degrees of separation
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke
You fake a smile, you lie and say
You're better now that ever and your life's ok, when it's not... no
You're doing all these things out of desesperation, oh woah
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've 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, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
No, no there ain't help, it's every men for himself
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you
Tarrot cards, gems and stones
Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul
Well, it's not... no
You're only doing things out of desperation
Oh, no
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've 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's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's when you know you're reached the six degree of separation
Oh no, there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's when you know you're reached the six degree of separation
Oh, 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've 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, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
By: The Script
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