| I was fighting nothing
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| You’re so God damn impossible, it hurts
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| I fall on the purpose and all my worth
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| I’m at my worst now
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| I was starting over
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| I walk through the city and come undone
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| I count on the seasons to fill me up
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| They fill me up now
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| And what if I need
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| What I won’t share?
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| What if I run?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| And what if I need
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| What I won’t share?
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| What if I run?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Now I’m six years older
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| I walk past the feelings of giving up
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| Spent days all alone out in Central Park
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| It’s like I’m getting closer now
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| But I’m still hanging over
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| Still cut from the plight of a former love
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| I swear that I needed it all
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| I leave everyday with my faults
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| And what if I need
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| What I won’t share?
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| What if I run?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| And what if I need
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| What I won’t share?
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| What if I run?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Will you meet me out there?
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| Run away, I wanna run away
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| A feeling that I couldn’t stop
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| The seasons of fear that I’m gone
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| Maybe I fucked it all
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| Run away, I wanna run away
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| A feeling that I couldn’t stop
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| The seasons of fear that I’m gone
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| Maybe I fucked it all this time
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| Run away, I wanna run away
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| (And what if I need)
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| (What I won’t share?)
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| A feeling that I couldn’t stop
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| (What if I run?)
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| The seasons of fear that I’m gone
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| (Will you meet me out there?)
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| Maybe I fucked it all
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| (Will you meet me out there?)
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| Run away, I wanna run away
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| (And what if I need)
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| (What I won’t share?)
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| A feeling that I couldn’t stop
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| (What if I run?)
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| The seasons of fear that I’m gone
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| (Will you meet me out there?)
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| Maybe I fucked it all this time
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| (Will you meet me out there?)
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| I breathe in the open air
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| All of my words will run out
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| All of my nightmares are heavy
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| I scatter them out on the ground
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| You can see through my broken stare
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| Lost in the color of the sound
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| Even if I wasn’t ready
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| The silence is coming now
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| I feel the weight of it, I feel them all (And I slow down)
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| I see the long road winding down (I am so so down)
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| I feel the pain in it, I feel it all (And I slow down)
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| I see it almost dying now (I am so so down)
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| I breathe in the open air
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| All of my words will run out
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| All of my nightmares are heavy
|
| I scatter them out on the ground
|
| You can see through my broken stare
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| Lost in the color of the sound
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| Even if I wasn’t ready
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| The silence is coming now
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| I feel the weight of it, I feel them all (And I slow down)
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| I see the long road winding down (I am so so down)
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| I feel the pain in it, I feel it all (And I slow down)
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| I see it almost dying now (I am so so down) |