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I felt unable; I was lying on my side |
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in the same clothes from the very last night. |
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I want to pray that I am doing everything right. |
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I saw my mom die for the very first time. |
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She was an angel - God took her from the sky, |
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and there's a million other people |
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that I found who cared more than I ever will. |
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I held that note out, I grabbed my bag and I left through the door. |
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I let my hair grow and put these words on my skin, I cannot relate. |
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Would you believe in my songs if I gave them all to you? |
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I can't find the strength in my voice to call you back |
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and say that everything is bad without you and I am lost again, |
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God believe I'm lost again. |
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I stayed in bed and you took so much that I couldn't even sleep. |
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I waited so long, though that wasn't even that bad. |
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I never had to be a part of the world |
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and I've been making that a goal for reasons that I cannot explain. |
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Well, I'm an optimist but only in a perfect world. |
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I think I'm too stained with all the negativity |
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from all the people in my way. |
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Would you believe in my songs if I gave them all to you? |
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I can't find the strength in my voice to call you back |
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and say that everything is bad without you and I am lost again, |
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God believe I'm lost again. |
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Would you believe in my songs if I gave them all to you? |
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I can't find the strength in my voice to call you back |
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and say that everything is bad without you and I am lost again, |
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God believe I'm lost again. |
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I took a trip down south; |
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I felt the sun on my face, |
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and it made things ok for a second. |
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I drew a picture of my problems when I was going insane, |
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and I focused on the currents. |
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It's the funny thing about it, |
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I never seem to worry that |
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every single current's not the same. |
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It's all about position and where I choose to lay; |
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and god I am going away. |
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Would you believe in my songs if I gave them all to you? |
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I can't find the strength in my voice to call you back |
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and say that everything is bad without you and I am lost again, |
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God believe I'm lost again. |
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Would you believe in my songs if I gave them all to you? |
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I can't find the strength in my voice to call you back |
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and say that everything is bad without you and I am lost again, |
