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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, ooh
You’re doing all these things out of desperation,
Ooh ohhh
You’re going through six degrees of separation.

You hear the drinking, take a talk
Watch the past go up in smoke
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,
Ooh ohhh
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 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 flowing around you, yeah
Tarot cards, gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal ya soul.

We'll it's not, uowhhhh
Your only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
Your goin' 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 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 Degree of separation
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you 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 you may have fucked up a little

No no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself
You’re going through six degrees of separation
No no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself
You’re going through six degrees of separation
No no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself
Ooh 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
You’re going through six degrees of separation