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I get deflated thinking about this now but i've got got so far away from where |
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I thought |
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I would be and this town with it's burning air and downpour everyday is weighing hard on me. |
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But I can't fight the ebb and flow, it's still pulling me. |
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And shifting all the time, the ebb and flow pulling me with it, asking me all the time to give into it. |
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I'm equating this town as this thing that defines me but where |
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I go I still will be. |
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And i'm wrong so long as |
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I remain letting the past hold on to me, letting myself get lost in it. |
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But I can't fight the ebb and flow, it's still pulling me. |
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And shifting all the time, the ebb and flow pulling me with it, asking me all the time to give into it. |
