| I don’t expect you to ever understand
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| What it is that moves inside of me
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| Always expected to bear the worst of it
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| Expectations to be first
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| It is just something to shake your fragile little tree
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| I’m ripping all your fruit away
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| That you grip so tightly
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| So no one can taste it
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| Because I know you hate it
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| When the time is never right
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| I’m luring in the guilt
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| Perfection torments me
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| To see them all through your eyes from above
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| Soaked in all the sweat and all the blood
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| Doomed within without
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| Soaked in the sweat and all the blood
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| Doomed within
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| It is just something to shake your fragile little tree
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| I’m ripping all your fruit away
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| That you grip so tightly
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| So no one can taste it
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| Because I know you hate it
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| When the time is never right
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| This lasting impression when I close my eyes
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| Is haunting me and wishing me well
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| This lasting impression when I close my eyes
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| Is haunting me and wishing me well
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| It’s haunting me
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| It is just something to shake your fragile little tree
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| I’m ripping all your fruit away
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| That you grip so tightly
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| So no one can taste it
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| Because I know you hate it
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| When the time is never right
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| When the time is never
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| When the time is never right |