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I'm a mess, I guess. |
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It's what I asked for, it's what I needed. |
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Well, you know me better than that, |
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or at least you did and something happened. |
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But once again something's happened. |
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The confidence you held in us is the rope we almost hung ourselves with. |
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At times I wonder if we really took the steps to break right through it. |
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I know that there were better days, but to see the light and to feel the rays. |
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Life was always back and forth and we were idling or making useless progress. |
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Waiting for the rain to stop. |
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Destination: beautiful. |
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Seems that I'm still waiting for the sun. |
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Someday will come back to us, if you're willing let it go. |
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Why won't you just let this be your sun? |
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It seems like yesterday we had the world our way. |
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But some day we're heading for destruction. |
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I'll ask you 'What in the world should we do?' |
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This light is green our break is through. |
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Are we not trying or are we trying too hard? |
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Well, you know I never want to miss, |
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I hold on tight and reminisce. |
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But it's bittersweet to me. |
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When time stands still as it's trapped inside |
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the letterbox you gave back to me. |
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But I'm the one who keeps on reading. |
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But I'm the one who wants to let it go. |
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I'm the first to speak. |
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You're the last to know. |
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Another scene that we're creating, |
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I need to know if we're still making useless progress. |
