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I keep my hand on the things I love the most |
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I let them grow but I hold them very close |
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I won't pretend that I don't expect the best |
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But I'll survive if they give me any less |
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I'll go inside myself |
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I'll stay inside myself |
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Then I'll keep control |
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And I'll think what I like when I like |
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Oh I'll keep control |
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You won't know how I feel when I close shuttered windows on the world. |
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When you go, as sometimes I think you will |
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I'll close the door on the hurt that I will feel |
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I won't pretend that I don't hope for more |
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But I won't cry 'cause I never did before |
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I'll just go inside myself |
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I'll stay inside myself |
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Then I'll keep control |
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And I'll think what I like when I like |
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Oh I'll keep control |
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You won't know how I feel when I close shuttered windows on the world. |
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The tears I swallow flood my heart |
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They make rivers that run ragged down into the dark corners of my soul |
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The walls around me are so thin |
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That keep you outside and me in |
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Just talk to me like a friend |
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Or I'll go inside myself |
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I'll stay inside myself |
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Then I'll keep control |
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And I'll think what I like when I like |
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Oh I'll keep control |
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You won't know how I feel when I close shuttered windows on the world. |
