| I’m in the middle of nowhere
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| at the center of dark
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| This isn’t about what is fair
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| It’s about where you are, and you’re not.
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| But Oh, how you run
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| Straight till you’re fine
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| And you’ll bury it all
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| Turn your back as it falls
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| And now all that I can trust
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| is that a wave does what a wave does
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| So we’ll pretend, that you’ll just bend
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| cause you’ll break, i’ll back away
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| So if it’s the end, i’ll put on thicker skin
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| You should know!
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| From here you’re on your own
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| From here you’re on your own
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| I’m painting a picture of us
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| it’s a head, fire, and the hearts
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| where all the rhythms match up
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| and the sparks pierce the dark
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| But Oh, how you run
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| Straight till you’re fine
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| And you’ll bury it all
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| Turn your back as it falls
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| I know that you’re trying a new way
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| But when your light turns on
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| I just might be gone
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| So we’ll pretend, that you’ll just bend
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| cause you’ll break, i’ll back away
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| So if it’s the end, i’ll put on thicker skin
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| You should know!
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| From here you’re on your own
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| From here you’re on your own
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| From here you’re on your own
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| From here you’re on your own |