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Put the book down and call up a friend |
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the one who is eager to hear of your sorrows |
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who says that the things that you're doing are not who you are |
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take your clothes off and jump into bed |
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and search for that happy thought, the one from before |
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about how pleasant it would be if people wished they could be like you |
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throw your shoes on and hop on your bike |
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the cold air is good for you, might want to stop somewhere |
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to pray with your friends |
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as you search for a love you can live inside of |
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lay your heart down and call it a day |
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it's so hard to see you when fear is consuming you |
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when will you see yourself? |
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try to forgive yourself! |
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...you just can't help yourself... |