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The only things surrounding you now, |
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Are the circular memories that infect your conscience, |
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They are the make up of your worries, regret, and doubts. |
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Collective portrayal of your person, |
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Radiates confidence, shine with silence, |
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And shadow the ones below. |
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This drought is leaving me, |
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With cracked soil and brown leaves, |
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Floating on a dry lake bed, |
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With a dry mouth and a foggy head, |
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Waiting for the snow |
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But, when the water comes, |
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I will overflow, I will overflow. |
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When the water comes, I will overflow. |
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There's one more thing I forgot to tell you: |
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Worries and doubts will only help you, |
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In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below. |
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This drought is leaving me, |
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With cracked soil and brown leaves, |
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Floating on a dry lake bed, |
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With a dry mouth and a foggy head, |
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Waiting for the snow |
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But, when the water comes, |
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I will overflow, I will overflow . |
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When the water comes, I will overflow |