| So why, why why?
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| Say yeah
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| Say yeah
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| It’s probalby not wise to love me
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| hard ---
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| Mostly my thoughts are ugly
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| Oh, enough enough talking about how I feel inside
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| Do you feel alright?
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| When I’m gone you still feel alright?
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| You know, heavy clouds got silver linings
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| but the light inside you makes it feel so bright
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| --- she’s a baby she’s delicate
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| All of her petals have metal tips
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| She won’t let you touch her she’s celebate
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| She want angles only
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| She’s heavens sent
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| She don’t belive in God like she used to
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| She don’t call or cry or pray no more
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| She take longer flights than most birds ----
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| But when she touch down she can’t stay no more
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| I just keep saying
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| Why did you leave?
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| I just keep asking her
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| Why not believe?
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| She always says
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| It’s just not for me
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| The truth still stand but what --- is what leaves
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| Goddamn, I see what you mean
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| Hold on to nothing 'cause everything leaves
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| Everything leaves
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| I guess on the ground that’s all you can see
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| I know you’re running
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| You got nothing to --- forgot it
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| Hope you be what you find
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| Just sitt still
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| You’ll be healed
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| In time
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| I don’t mind
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| Oh, I see you reaching for him
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| Searching through weeds for ---
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| You shouldn’t be someone else
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| --- you
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| In the palm of your hands
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| I feel ---
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| 'cause I know you’re running
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| You got nothing to --- forgot it
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| Hope you be what you find
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| Just sitt still
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| Keeping still
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| I’m still out there somewhere
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| Oh, out there somewhere
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| Someone who loves
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| Someone who ---
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| Someone who ---
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| You shouldn’t be no one else
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| You should love
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| You should love
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| Yourself
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| Don’t you ever wanna go back to Brooklyn?
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| When the sun shone bright and things didn’t hurt
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| Don’t you ever wanna go back to Brooklyn?
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| Maybe rewind time and make things work?
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| Those big green bright bright eyes stairing down at me
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| Whoah, what a memory huh?
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| What a memory |