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Without our ups and downs, |
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We're all just living dead. |
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I put my pulse on paper |
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Because I want out from inside of my head. |
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Don't write yourself off. |
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Say what you think and mean what you say, |
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Unless you're OK living life |
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with a pulse that's flatlining. |
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I guess we only get a chance |
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To write our stories once. |
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We need to look back and say |
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that one time was plenty enough. |
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Are we confusing our heart with our mind? |
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Are they on the same page or did |
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we write one off and push the other behind? |
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Take me anywhere but here, |
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Away from these insecurities I fear. |
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Take me anywhere but here, |
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Just make sure if you are the one that will have me, |
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You know just what you're taking. |
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You know you had a darkness inside, |
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Floor to sky, left to write. |
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It was on the record we made last time. |
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And any writer writes afraid of the next line, |
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To put down on paper the things |
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he's tried to erase in his mind. |
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And I am no longer afraid of mine, |
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A writer that found a reason for the pain inside. |
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A word is dead when it's said, some say. |
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I say it just began to live that day. |
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I said it once I'll say it again. |
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Maybe you weren't listening. |
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I said it once I'll say it again. |
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To live backwards isn't evil, it's rewriting. |
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Take me anywhere but here, |
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Away from these insecurities I fear. |
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Take me anywhere but here, |
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Just make sure if you are the one that will have me, |
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You know just what you're taking. |
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I said it once |
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I'll say it again. |
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I said it once |
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I'll say it again. |
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Are you listening? |
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Are you listening? |
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The best stories are written |
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when they're spent rewriting |
