I HATE NOSTALGIA.

Breaking Free from Yesterday's Chains
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Lyrics

Get your claws off of my heart

Expressing a desire to move on from emotional pain or attachment.

Get your hand out of my chest

Symbolic of removing emotional intrusion or manipulation.

'Cuz when I think about you I know I'm not ready yet

Acknowledging unpreparedness to revisit thoughts about a person.

There's a reason I forgot the past

Highlighting a deliberate choice to forget negative experiences.

There's a reason people try to move on

Recognizing the common human inclination to move forward.

When I think about the good times, reminisce

Reflecting on positive memories with a tinge of sadness.

I miss it and I'm sad that it's gone…

Expressing longing for past moments that are now lost.

(It's gone, it's gone, it's gone)

Emphasizing the irreversible nature of the past.

(It's gone.)

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Life was better

Contrasting the current state with a perceived better past.

Before I knew better

Reflecting on a time of innocence or ignorance.

Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

Expressing a strong aversion to nostalgic feelings.

Used to love the weather

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Before I knew better

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Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

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I hate nostalgia

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I hate nostalgia

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It's hard to figure what to say, huh?

Acknowledging difficulty in expressing feelings about the past.

Birthdays were my vibe before I grew up

Nostalgic fondness for the carefree vibe of birthdays in youth.

Now I feel like I wanna cry

Feeling overwhelmed and emotional when realizing the duration of life.

When I realize I've been alive my whole life

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There's a reason I forgot the past

Repeating the theme of missing and being saddened by past experiences.

There's a reason people try to move on

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When I think about the good times, reminisce

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I miss it and I'm sad that it's gone

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Life was better

Reiteration of the dislike for nostalgia and a longing for the past.

Before I knew better

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Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

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Used to love the weather

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Before I knew better

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Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

Strongly expressing the dislike for nostalgic feelings.

I hate nostalgia

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I hate nostalgia

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Minding my business

Focusing on personal affairs and trying to let go of memories.

I lid this memory, good riddance

Discarding a particular memory with a sense of relief.

Life sentence

Metaphorically describing life as a sentence and loss of innocence.

Unmended innocence rescinded

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Still a kid, it's embarrassing

Describing oneself as a child, referencing Peter Pan and a lack of direction.

Peter Pan with no apparent plan to hand You his steering

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He's hearing fairies in his head

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He rises, flies and it's scary

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And every inch he climbs he finds his eyes are staring and glaring below at where he's been

Highlighting the realization of progress and looking back at one's journey.

What a misstep, stepping in your fantasies

Reflecting on the futility of dwelling on fantasies for solutions.

Reminisce for remedies that never lend you anything

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And every day that he loved lives in his head 'til he's gone

Emphasizing the impact of love and memories on one's life.

And every moment he's got's wasted on memories lost

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(The show must go on.)

Quoting the theatrical phrase "The show must go on" to convey life's continuity.

(The show must go.)

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(Show must go.)

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(Show mus.-)

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Life was better

Reiteration of the negative feelings towards nostalgia.

Before I knew better

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Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

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Used to love the weather

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Before I knew better

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Before we knew better

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I hate nostalgia

Intense repetition of the aversion to nostalgia.

I hate nostalgia

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I hate nostalgia

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Heal me from my memories

Seeking healing and moving away from the burden of memories.

Heal me from my memories

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Heal me from my memories

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Healing from my memories

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Healing from my memories

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Healing from my memories

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Healing from my memories

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Healing

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