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It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again |
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Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind |
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Makes no sense that I would lose it all just to gain one honest belonging |
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Holding it so tight because it asked me to free myself from yawing |
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These are the serious moments described as the same old agenda |
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And it takes that special look to find the one hidden within pretenders |
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If it's out there I'll find it, going to any length possible |
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Deep down inside I know the feelings and their hard to kill |
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So I will stuff it down and ask myself out loud just to make sure |
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Is this protection for my sanity or to find someone that's pure |
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It's never enough and there's no complete trust |
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But how could I ever hate the opposite sex |
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When it's fee they are all I have left |
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This is my last resort to make the picture worth it |
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This is my last chance to kill off this weak defensive stance |
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Because they say in this world there is someone for everyone |
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But I'm struggling to find someone that hasn't experienced everyone |
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And I believe that finding the perfect one has nothing to do with perfection |
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All I can hope for is finding salvation in a traveler walking the same direction |
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I'm using a harp and a piano as a serenade and a warning |
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Sending a message to corrupted searchers dedicated to exploring |
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My feet are firmly planted where I stand |
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and it would take all you have to knock me down |
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Because my strength comes from knowing |
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that one day she'll come around |
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It takes more than 30 days to truly get away |
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Using suffocation as elation, to start molding clay |
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From a makeshift wedding band to a personalized skeleton key |
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Even I agree that being alone is a definite possibility |
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It's all lip service, with a worthless purpose |
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Experimenting with love because you curious |
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My testament is courteous |
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I still believe in covering puddles with nothing but respect |
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But I need to learn separation to keep from getting too complex |
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But when the connection loses clarity, I turn into an oracle |
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Struggling to be cordial while passing judgment in my own thoughts |
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I'm a loyalist to a conformist that changed right before my eyes |
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Making it perfectly clear how easy it is to slice right through my ties |
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Here is my obeisance to the female intuition |
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No more thoughts of settling down until I truly learn to listen |
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For the signs of fixation and warning signs of dying intimacy |
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Sleepless night and lonely conversations to tell me what is killing me |
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But I offer deep eyes and a trustworthy disposition |
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By granting freedom with a home to come back to completing your vision |
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I have the wisdom of 50 birthdays jam packed into 23 years |
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Steering myself into oblivion looking for that equal match |
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And I have sucked all the innocence that I can from these frontiers |
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So I turn the lights off in this empty room and fade to black |
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My leap of faith is connected to walking down that aisle |
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Holding the hand of my shadow enjoying her smile |
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No more compromises my lessons will still be learned |
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Walking away from the flames that carelessly burned |
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I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept |
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I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left |
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I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept |
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I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left... |
