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Come steer me now |
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Leave ideas in my head. |
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And I'll come alive |
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Or cover me instead. |
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There's a ceiling light above me |
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And a song that says I will. |
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And it's kneeling down upon me, lonelier still. |
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Come hear me out. |
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There's more that I have been |
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Than figured out |
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And stunted end to end. |
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There's a ceiling light above me |
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And a space it cannot fill. |
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And it's bearing down upon me holding me still. |
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And I convinced you, |
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That I would get there first. |
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And you send me down a spiral, only worse. |
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Come steer me now |
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Leave ideas in my head. |
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And I'll come alive |
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And cover me instead. |
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There's a ceiling light above me |
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And a song that says I will. |
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And it's kneeling down upon me, holding me still. |
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And I convinced you, |
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That I would get there first. |
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And you send me down a spiral, only worse. |
