You’ve read the books
You’ve watched the shows
What’s the best way no one knows, yeah
Meditate, get hypnotized
Anything to take from your mind
But it won’t go
You’re doing all these things out of desperation
Ohhh woah
You’re going through six degrees of separation
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that
I’m better now than ever, and your life’s okay
Well it’s not. No
You’re doing all these things out of desperation
Ohhh 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 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 man for himself)
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone’ll throw an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul
We’ll it’s not, no
You’re doing all these things out of desperation
Ohhh 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 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’d take them back
No hesitation
That’s when you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation
No there’s no starting over
Without finding closure
You’d take them back
No hesitation
That’s when 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
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
Oh you’re going through six degrees of separation
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
Oh you’re going through six degrees of separation
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
Ooh
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
Oh, you’re going through six degrees of separation
(No, no, there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
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