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Do you feel like your own home, |
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Is a castle made of sand |
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Trying to hold on, before it slips right through your hands |
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You breathe in and breathe out, but the air is stretched so thin |
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Thinking it out loud |
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And you can't get back again, |
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And no ones there |
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There comes a time, when you realize, |
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The the past is over |
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There comes a time, |
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When you decide |
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That your life has just begun |
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There comes a time, when you will say, |
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That it's undiscovered |
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There comes a time, |
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There comes a time |
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How do you screa out, |
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When no one else is there |
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Trying to reach out, |
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Throwing punches in the air |
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Where will they find you |
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When there's no where else to go |
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Trying to see through |
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All the lines they start to show |
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And No ones there |
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There comes a time, when you realize, |
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The the past is over |
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There comes a time, |
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When you decide |
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That your life has just begun |
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There comes a time, when you will say, |
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That it's undiscovered |
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There comes a time, |
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There comes a time |
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There comes a time, when you realize, |
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The the past is over |
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There comes a time, |
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When you decide |
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That your life has just begun |
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There comes a time, when you will say, |
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That it's undiscovered |
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There comes a time, |
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There comes a time |
