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I raise my head so slowly |
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Throw an arm in the air |
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And I turn all the lights down |
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And enjoy the despair |
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I did not feel this happening |
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I did not see this coming |
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No I did not predict this at all |
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Look at me bleeding |
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With my heart in my hand |
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But I just can't believe in |
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What I don't understand |
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So turn it back |
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Turn it back to the day before |
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I have a fear of flying |
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Though I've jumped from the sky |
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And I wake up falling |
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But in this dream I die |
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And it won't be alright |
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Because it won't change my life |
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And no we don't have the time |
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But I'm grateful for the chance to |
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pick and choose which way this life is going |
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Look at me bleeding |
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With my heart in my hand |
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But I just can't believe in |
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What I don't understand |
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So turn it back |
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Turn it back to the day- |
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When there were stories I'd read them in ink |
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A life I could hold in my hand |
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There were songs I could sing for a season |
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And bury them back in the sand |
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There'd be friends up and down every table |
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Of people I'd met in a dream |
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But when I said they'd think |
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Of the times that had gone |
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Well this is the loneliest place I've ever been |
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Look at me bleeding |
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With my heart in my hand |
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But I just can't believe in |
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What I don't understand |
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So turn it back |
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Turn it back to the day before |
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