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My heart woke up my head like a thunderstorm; |
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a place where I can barely stand. |
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I spent a winter without my air, |
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but now I feel it in my chest. |
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I'm just so sick of the scenery, |
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and all those hours without sex. |
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I get so tired of being me, |
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but now I'm feeling this again. |
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And God knows that you can't see after dark, |
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but I won't give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest. |
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So tell me what you think of the atmosphere |
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and all those months inside my head. |
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Well do you really believe in me? |
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I will hold this like a gun |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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'stay what you are'. |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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I filled up all my future with written words. |
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I told the whole world I was spent. |
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I came around when they needed me, |
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and that's just how I learned to give |
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with all the feelings and losing sleep; |
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now I never want to go. |
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And God knows that you can't see after dark, |
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but i won't give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest. |
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So tell me what you think of the atmosphere |
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and all those months inside my head. |
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Well do you really believe in me? |
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I will hold this like a gun |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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'stay what you are'. |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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And I do. |
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I've got all these plans laid out again like this is war; |
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and I want to touch the coast again. |
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I'll forget to take my voice as going, |
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forget to hold my breath as spoken, |
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and say don't you remember where you've been. |
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So tell me what you think of the atmosphere |
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and all those months inside my head. |
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Well do you really believe in me? |
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I will hold this like a gun |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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'stay what you are'. |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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because I've got some things to do. |
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'stay what you are'. |
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because I've got some things to do. |
