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Some days, |
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I'm only moved by the wind |
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I look around, but nothing stirs me within |
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And I wonder, am |
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I the only one to see |
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This quiet time as such a comfortable thing |
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Some days, |
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I'm only fueled by my mistakes |
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I turn around and slyly try to hide my face |
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I feel as though |
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I have to think everything through |
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I don't know how |
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I am to act or how to move |
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CHORUS:When it's over, |
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I feel as though it were a dream |
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And I wake up |
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Again, I'm new to everything |
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Some days, there's not a way to bring me down |
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I'm floating up in the clouds to get around |
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I think back to other times and wonder how |
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It was possible to not have felt as |
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I do nowCH |
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ORUSEvery day's another way to feel |
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It's your own decision what is real |
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So try them out, all the different ways to play the game |
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And work it out, try not to want to be the same |
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CHORUS |
