| It’s another sleepless night
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| And another perfect storm
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| You pretend that it will be
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| Nothing more
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| You have only just begun
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| And already feel defeated
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| By everything you’ve ever done
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| Before
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| And it feels like everything will turn
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| And you feel defined by what you were
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| It’s the dark before the light
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| It’s exactly what you needed
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| You might never know the why
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| But you’ll be fine
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| Of what can be repeated
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| It won’t have to end the same
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| This time
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| And it feels like everything will turn
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| And you feel defined by what you were
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| But deep inside you still feel something burn
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| Can it be this time the storm will not return?
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| It still haunts you late at night
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| It won’t go until you leave it
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| You would give up everything
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| Because you can’t let go
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| Even though you know I’m right
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| You just don’t want to believe it
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| There is nothing left to fear
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| But you can’t leave it alone
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| And it feels like everything will turn
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| And you feel defined by what you were
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| But deep inside you still feel something burn
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| Can it be this time the storm will not return? |