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I took all of my pride |
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And I shoved it in a box full of deadly sins and threw away the keys |
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And if I don't get out of bed |
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And try and see the sun |
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I will waste away and never dream again |
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Do we ever dream at all? |
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If I take what I have |
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Am I holding on to anything at all? |
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I have looked out to see |
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And seen that I don't see anything at all |
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If I take what I have am I holding on to anything at all |
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I have looked out to see and seen that i don't see anything at all |
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I could say that I tried and wait to see |
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If anyone would say that I'm a liar |
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They can cast me out alone |
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I am always without her |
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But where is she now? |
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I can only search for answers outside |
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Can my feet touch the sand |
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Or is everything turning to gold, ooh |
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If my legs are no more |
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Is there anyway to get back to you, oh |
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You, oh |
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You, ooh |
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Can I get back to you, oh |
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You, oh |
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You, ooh |
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Can I get back |
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Can I get back to you, oh |
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You, oh |
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You, ooh |
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Can I get back to you, oh |
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You oh |
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You ooh |
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Can I get back to you, oh |
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You oh |
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You ooh |
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Can I get back |
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I'm never coming back again |
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I'm never coming back again |
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I'm never coming back again |
