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I'm holding onto white balloons |
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Up against a sky of doom |
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Tell me you see them |
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'Cause what's inside of me |
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is invisible to most |
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Even in clear view |
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I'm sending out a signal to |
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the possibility of you |
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'Cause right at this moment |
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I know you're connected to |
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a part of me that I don't |
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even know myself |
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The changes in me |
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Are likely to be like the weather |
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Stormy and clear strength into |
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fear bound together |
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But I'll break my silence |
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If I believed that you |
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and me could ever be |
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More than just what's been behind us |
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I tried and left, they came and went |
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I got rejected out again |
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But no one believes me |
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I've worn a hundred faces |
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Of the character replacements and now |
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Nobody sees me |
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The changes in me |
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Are likely to be like the weather |
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Cloudy at best... |
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Angels lift me |
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Are you with me? |
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I'm holding onto you like |
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I'm holding onto white balloons |
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Carry me away |
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I hope that you don't break |
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Angels lift me |
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Are you with me? |
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I'm holding onto you like |
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I'm holding onto white balloons |
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Carry me away |
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I hope that you don't break |
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I hope that you don't break |
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don't break |
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'Cause what's inside of me |
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is invisible to most |
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Even in clear view |