| I have failed and I have fallen, cried till I was bawling
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| Been down so low my face was on the tiles
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| Where the cold against my lips, hollow like your kiss
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| Was empty as a North Dakota mile
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| I tried leaving without losing but the hardest part was choosing
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| Which direction I would run when I was free
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| And the only thing I’ve learned is that I haven’t learned a thing
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| I’ve drank one too many glasses, I’ve been bruised and I’ve been battered
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| By mistakes I never bothered to avoid
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| And friends who tried to offer advice I never followed
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| Grew tired of watching all that I’d destroyed
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| So I faked my best foot forward, while sneaking backwards toward
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| The center where the truth wouldn’t sting
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| And the only thing I’ve learned is that I haven’t learned a thing
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| We live we yearn we flame we burn we cry
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| We crawl we run we reach to touch the sky
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| And though our wings are made of wax
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| We try to fly too close to the light
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| Trying to get it right
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| You stood there like a stoic and I felt so claustrophobic
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| Wishing you’d give me a reason not to leave
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| Your silence closed in tighter and I felt like an outsider
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| In the home that was my haven all those years
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| But I knew that I was certain, like the dropping of a curtain
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| When I saw you’d taken off that ring
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| Guess the only thing I’ve learned is that I haven’t learned a thing
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| I have failed and I have fallen, cried till I was crawling
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| Been running for so long that I believed
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| That the thin ice where I landed was steadier than where I’d been
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| And now I’m not sure what’s in front of me
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| But in the falling and the flying and the living and the dying
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| Is how we carve our names inside this dream
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| The only thing I’ve learned is that I haven’t learned a thing
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| Maybe the only thing to learn is that you never learn a thing |