Text: Switchfoot. New Way To Be Human. Incomplete.

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He's washing his face to start his day
He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever shows him
what's within

Now's he's checking out the faces
On the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
He thinks the missing person looks an
awful lot like him

And he starts his engine
But he knows that he's missing gears

Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete!
Where will you find yourself?
(Where will you lose yourself?)
'Cause you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubt
And let yourself be found!

He's sick of the race to just save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
He's tired of the holes that are keeping
him incomplete

He'll push the pedal to the floor
Like the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an end to justify his means