| Looking at me
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| You’d never know I’m fragile
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| Looking at me
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| You wouldn’t guess that I might be, yeah
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| Afraid to crash, afraid to burn as freely
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| As the last time I let go
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| All the shadows and suspicions that may appear to you as ice
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| Are not me being cold, just thinking twice
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| I can build a big blue wall
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| No way in and no way out
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| But leave it up to you to prove me wrong
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| I’m afraid that I could crumble
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| Once the stones begin to move
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| It happens when you been too blue too long
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| There’s a breeze
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| That’s flickering the candles
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| And I can breathe
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| A little deeper for a change, yeah
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| There’s a chance outside this isolation
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| I’ll be free to be held again
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| But if I am reluctant and if I begin to cry
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| It’s because I’m unaccustomed to the light
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| I can build a big blue wall
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| No way in and no way out
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| But leave it up to you to prove me wrong
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| I’m afraid that I could crumble
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| Once the stones begin to move
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| It happens when you been too blue too long
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| You can stand in the street light
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| But live in the corners and no one knows
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| You’re not there
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| You can smile for the camera
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| And make impression
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| And no one knows
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| You don’t care
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| I can build a big blue wall
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| No way in and no way out
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| But leave it up to you to prove me wrong
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| I’m afraid that I could crumble
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| Once the stones begin to move
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| It happens when you been too blue too long
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| I can build a big blue wall
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| No way in and no way out
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| But leave it up to you to prove me wrong
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| I’m afraid that I could crumble
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| Once the stones begin to move
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| It happens when you’ve been too blue too long |