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I feel this burden |
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Upon my shoulders |
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And it keeps on |
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Dragging me down |
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And as I drift |
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Through this endless ocean |
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I keep hoping I'll be found before I drown |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go your way |
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But you're holding on |
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When I pass you on an empty street |
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You look at me but our eyes don't meet |
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When I see your picture on my wall |
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I catch myself trying to forget it all |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go your way |
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But you're holding on |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go my way |
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But I'm holding on |
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When you say |
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That you can't see |
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Open up your eyes |
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Look at me |
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When you say |
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That you're sorry |
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Take a look inside |
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What do you feel? |
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Only a whisper |
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You left behind |
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A silent echo of a |
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Silent goodbye |
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And all your footprints |
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That once remained |
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Are slowly starting to get washed away |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go your way |
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But you're holding on |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go my way |
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But I'm holding on |
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And everything you do |
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And everything you say |
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And every place you go |
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And everyone you meet |
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And everyone you know |
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And everything you have |
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And everything you want |
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That leads you in the right direction |
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When you're trying to find |
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Sometimes you try to make a difference |
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But nobody sees it |
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Everyone is too obsessed with what they own |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go your way |
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But you're holding on |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go my way |
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But I'm holding on |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go your way |
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But you're holding on |
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And I know on some days |
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Nothing seems to go my way |
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But I'm holding on |
