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Thought I could fake this thing alright |
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Thought it could somehow get me by |
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Watching the doctors as they slide |
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Needles into my eye |
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Thought I could finally get around |
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Laughable symptoms keep me down |
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Faces I see all keep me blind |
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And now they're redemption's mine |
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Now that I can't exchange actions for words |
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Now that I found these inside fears the worst |
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Now that I know there's no place left to hide |
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Can I become all I thought I might |
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As the leaders who follow the path of whoever was standing round them |
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Call to say what I'm missing and into a detail they always go |
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Don't believe them but offer condolences under the circumstances |
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All too often I'm missing the spirit to fit in so call me out |
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Thought I could soundly sleep tonight |
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Positive clear and breathing right |
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Panic attacks, panic attacks me now |
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Seems like a fair redemption |
