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Do you feel small |
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Do you feel like nothing |
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Do you feel like you're wasting your time |
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Can you stand sunlight |
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Do you feel too much |
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How will you know where you're broken |
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But you know that the fear you feel |
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Comes back this time each day |
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And you know if you live a thousand years in silence |
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You will still feel this way |
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Can you see home |
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Can you see tomorrow |
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Can you see the sun anymore |
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Do you walk the world |
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Waiting to be discovered |
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Do you want what he said |
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You can never have |
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And you know that her tears were taken |
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And cooked up for the queen |
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But you will never find her now |
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She's gone and her trail is far to clean |
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And every single moment feels like everything is wrong |
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And everything around you says that this's not your home |
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And everybody else just seems to be already there |
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And you can't get from here to there |
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Without some sort of help you've never seen |
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It's white roses |
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It's a spinning sky |
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It's a field with the sun in your eyes |
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And do you ask yourself for help |
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To get you through the day |
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And when you're on the street you find |
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The world is moving away |
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Spend all day under water |
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Spend all night curled in a ball |
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And when you're all alone what reason |
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Can you see for trying at all |