| My god, I think I did it again
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| Let my guard down, now look where I am
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| I feel it coming, it’s just a matter of time
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| Counting backwards still I’m cought for my crime
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| I keep getting so much, yet I have nothing to give
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| And I know it ain’t right but I’m still learning to live
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| This thing as it is, it’s holding me back
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| This past that I have, pulling me off the track
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| I’m getting tired of being me all the time
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| Would you take over just for a while
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| Somebody please, just for a while
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| Just for a while…
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| Losing myself between the black keys and the whites
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| Choosing myself instead of balancing wrongs and rights
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| I see no future in what’s becoming of it
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| No future in any of it
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| Asking permission, making excuses
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| Still confused of what my deal with you is
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| It took a while but now I can see
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| It ain’t fair to you and it’s not working for me
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| Losing myself between the black keys and the whites
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| Choosing myself instead of balancing wrongs and rights
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| I see no future in what’s becoming of it
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| No future in any of it
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| Losing myself between the black keys and the whites
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| Choosing myself instead of balancing wrongs and rights
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| I see no future in what’s becoming of it
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| No future in any of it |