| So far out of focus
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| Hardly see the miles ahead
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| Feel so isolated
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| Like I don’t know where I ought to begin
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| But I’m on my way back in
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| There’s always been a river
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| Running through the thoughts in my head
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| On and on forever
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| Until it didn’t even make any sense
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| But I’m on my way back in
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| All this time counting my steps
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| Don’t it feel nice when I’m back in
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| I’m not myself, out of my skin
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| I’ll be alright when I’m back in
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| All this time counting my steps
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| Don’t it feel nice when I’m back in
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| I’m not myself, out of my skin
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| I’ll be alright when I’m back
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| Always was a river
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| Running through the thoughts in my head
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| On and on forever
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| With the wreckage all around me
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| Tryna take me with it
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| For as long as I remember
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| And I’ve been saying this whenever I can
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| It’s fine if they don’t listen
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| Because it never was intended for them
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| And I’m on my way back in
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| All this time counting my steps
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| Don’t it feel nice when I’m back in
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| I’m not myself, out of my skin
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| I’ll be alright when I’m back in
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| All this time counting my steps
|
| Don’t it feel nice when I’m back in
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| I’m not myself, out of my skin
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| I’ll be alright when I’m back |