| Should I change who I am, should I tell a different story?
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| Change my name, change my age will that draw you back to me?
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| There’s a ghost in my empty house memories, the memories
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| A myth of ourselves that we told ourselves forever
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| Forever, never
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| I told you the story of myself that i thought you wanted to hear, wanted to hear
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| That way you never had the chance to reject me for who i really am
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| Reject me as I am
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| (Who would I be)
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| Who would I be if you loved me when you really knew me?
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| After all these years
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| Can I face myself? |
| (who I am, who I am)
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| Don’t reject me for who I am, don’t reject me for who I am
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| (Who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am)
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| So tired of knowing every answer
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| Another day just like the one before (one before, one before)
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| Nothing left to chance, no circumstance for the unknown, a fear of uncertainty
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| Fists up, frightened, fighting in vain
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| Now that my house has burned to the ground
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| I can more easily see the moon
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| The most beautiful moments remain mysterious
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| Spontaneous, dangerous, forever unclear to us
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| Show me your life, show me how you’ve loved
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| Tell me your secrets, tell me how you’ve lived
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| Now that my house has burned to the ground
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| I can more easily see the moon
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| Drifting somewhere lost at sea
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| Baking under a radiant sun
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| What we once argued about seems so trivial
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| Politics, religion, love, our problems all inconsequential
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| Drifting half a billion miles from the sun (billion miles from the sun)
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| It’s cold and empty, everything I should have done (I should have done)
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| The vastness of life, so little of it touched
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| Time, always time, rushing by
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| Death waits, we’re not immortal
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| Death waits, we’re not immortal
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| If only
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| If only I could live a little more
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| If only you would whisper into my ear
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| Life will pass us in an instant
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| And what have I done with mine? |