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You've got me worried now |
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It makes me feel somehow |
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As if the world is gonna break |
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Oh, c'mon, short of breath |
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It's like |
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I'm scared to death |
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That I might make a bold mistake |
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I'd grown accustomed to the comfort |
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Nothing heavy on my plate |
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I've come to see myself as free at last |
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But now I just don't feel that great |
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I can't love you like |
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I want toWhen it depends on what |
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I don't do |
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And every chance to see the real you |
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Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay? |
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It throws me off my game |
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And nothing feels the same |
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I get so dizzy |
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I can't think |
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I dig down deep in down |
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Until there's no way out |
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I'm just so busy on the break |
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I'd like to think |
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I make a difference |
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As if indeed |
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I ever could |
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It was always up to you, girl |
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And this I never understood |
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I can't love you like |
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I want toIf it comes down to what |
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I don't do |
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And every chance to see the real you |
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Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay? |
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I can't love you with my hands tied |
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Walking barefoot down the landslide |
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If I can't be there when you need me |
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Do you read me when you say is a truth decay? |
