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Looking at me |
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You'de never know I'm fragile |
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Looking at me |
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You wouldn't guess that I might be, yeah |
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Afraid to crash afraid to burn as freely |
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As the last time I let go |
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All the shadows and suspicions that may appear to you as ice |
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Are not me being cold just thinking twice |
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I can build a big blue wall |
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No way in and no way out |
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But leave it up to you to prove me wrong |
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I'm afraid that I could crumble |
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Once the stones begin to move |
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It happens when you been too blue too long |
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There's a breeze |
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That's flickering the candles |
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And I can breath |
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A little deeper for a change, yeah |
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There's a chance outside this isolation |
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I'll be free to be held again |
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But if I am reluctant and if I begin to cry |
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It's because I'm unaccustomed to the light |
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I can build a big blue wall |
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No way in and no way out |
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But leave it up to you to prove me wrong |
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I'm afraid that I could crumble |
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Once the stones begin to move |
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It happens when you been too blue too long |
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You can stand in the street light |
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But live in the corners and no one knows |
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You're not there |
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You can smile for the camera |
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And make impression |
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And no one knows |
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You don't care |
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I can build a big blue wall |
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No way in and no way out |
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But leave it up to you to prove me wrong |
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I'm afraid that I could crumble |
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Once the stones begin to move |
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It happens when you been too blue too long |