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There's a piece of me you can't have |
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And I know it's driving you mad |
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There's a part inside you can't reach |
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I'm afraid that's the way its gonna be |
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There's a part of you that wants to fight |
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But I never really had the appetite |
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I fear my feelings wont speak |
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words are already taken upon the breeze |
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wind is always blowing |
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pieces falling from me |
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you can have them for free |
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now it felt so complete |
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pieces falling from me |
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though you try your best you never find |
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there are pieces that are left behind |
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last piece of the jigsaw |
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while the others are scattered across the floor |
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so you try to get them all up |
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there are pieces falling in the dust |
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there's a pile of ash we don't need |
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leave it to be taken upon the breeze |
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wind is always blowing |
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pieces falling from me |
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you can have them for free |
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now it felt so complete |
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pieces falling from me |
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all this background noise |
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its crowded |
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never tell |
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its half the reason why they're there |
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its hard to make another plan |
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theres a fine line |
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what you want |
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and what you need |
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standing right there in between |
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never been there |
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never |
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pieces falling from me |
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you can have them for free |
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never felt so complete |
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never be what you need |
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something missing from me |
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that i'll never complete |
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there the last ones complete |
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pieces falling from me |
