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I think I get it |
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I think I finally get it now |
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Been a life of looking down |
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For fear of falling. |
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I'm no exception |
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It's just a word I call myself |
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As if vocabulary helps |
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The fear from calling. |
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Oh, and it's my heart on a silver platter |
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Held up by a cruel hand |
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And I've a mind to be fully shattered |
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But I stand. |
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Oh I stand. |
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Yeah, I stand. |
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I stand too close to you. |
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I hear it's fleeting |
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It's just a temporary pause |
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In an otherwise just cause |
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Worthy of defending. |
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So I'll believe it |
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I will turn and face the fight |
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If you give me one clear sign |
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The burden's worth the bending. |
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Oh and it's my heart on a silver platter |
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Held up by a cruel hand |
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And I've a mind to be fully shattered |
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But I stand. |
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Oh I stand. |
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Yeah I stand. |
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I stand too close to you. |
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So do you want it? |
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Or do you want me to run? |
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I'll run now... |
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Or do you want me to run? |
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I'll run now... |
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Or do you want me to run? |
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I'll run now... |
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Or do you want me to run? |
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I'll run now... |
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It's my heart on a silver platter |
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Held up by a cruel hand |
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And I've a mind to be fully shattered |
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But I stand. |
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Oh I stand. |
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Yeah I stand. |
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I stand too close to you. |
