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The time has come for you |
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To sit this out |
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To fit inside your mold |
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Would be to sell myself short |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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Is now filling up to our necks |
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(We see everything) |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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Is now filling up to our necks |
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(We see everything) |
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Oh, my story's growing, and growing, it is |
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On my last request |
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Don't make me feel so contradicting |
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There's no room for cheating and being |
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yourself |
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Failure leaves such a bitter taste in their |
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mouth |
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And on the last hour |
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We write so many new chapters again |
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And on the outside |
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Where there are no surprises |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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Is now filling up to our necks |
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(We see everything) |
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Oh, it's getting longer |
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To see it through their eyes |
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Would bring me so much closer |
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You can do this night, after night, after night |
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Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my |
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mouth |
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Taste and see, I swear I know what's good |
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Be still and know that they won't lie to you |
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Every single time you're facing lies |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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Is now filling up to our necks |
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Come on |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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Is now filling up to our necks |
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(We see everything) |
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I know why you never take your eyes off |
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me |
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I've used my lungs for everything but |
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breathing |
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I know why you never take your eyes off |
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me |
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I've used my lungs for everything but |
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breathing |
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I find myself dried up in this conversation |
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So pull me out, pull me aside |
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I find myself dried up in this conversation |
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So pull me out, pull me aside |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We see everything) |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We turn the pages left to right) |
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This ground we tread upon |
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(We see) |
