| What happens to a man when
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| He spills his heart on a page and
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| He watches words flow away then
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| His feelings lie on the page alone
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| There waiting
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| For someone who cares to read them
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| To open their eyes to see them
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| To see if they can make his thoughts their own
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| To find out that maybe your life’s not perfect
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| Maybe it’s not worth what he gives away
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| You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
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| So you concede your feelings inside yourself
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| And wander through my heart
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| Letting you see through me
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| Now only consumes me
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| Forget your pain, watch me fall apart
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| What happens to a soul when
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| It’s trapped inside his emotions
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| And all of these words he’s spoken
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| They bind him to the life he’s left behind
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| And every new step he takes he
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| Knows that he might not make it
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| To all of these dreams that he has yet to find
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| Maybe your life’s not perfect
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| But maybe it’s not worth what he gives away
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| You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
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| So you concede your feelings inside yourself
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| And wander through my heart
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| Letting you see through me
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| Now only consumes me
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| Forget your pain and watch me fall apart
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| As I fall apart
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| You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
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| So you concede your feelings inside yourself
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| And wander through my heart
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| Letting you see through me
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| Now only consumes me
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| Forget your pain and watch me fall apart
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| As I fall apart |