| Pulled both ways, but still suspended
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| The worst of each, reduced and blended
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| Still suspended, suspended
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| I thought I was stuck between two worlds
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| Because I was not willing to let go
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| Recklessly pulled both ways
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| But somehow still suspended
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| The worst of each, reduced and blended
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| But as life unfolded, I realized
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| The momentum to drift from side to side
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| Came from within, came from inside
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| I feel torn between two hearts dying, but I’ll trade them in for one
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| Broken and exposed, collapsing, so why would I hold on?
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| One heart turned black, the other blue and bruised
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| Arms breaking, arms breaking from the dreams
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| Dreams shattered, the dreams that I can’t reach
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| There has to be, there has to be a choice I have not seen
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| I feel torn between two hearts dying, but I’ll trade them in for one
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| Broken and exposed, collapsing, so why would I hold on?
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| I feel torn between two hearts dying, but I’ll trade them in for one
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| One darkened over time burning away the shame
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| Erasing hidden insights I did not want to be seen
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| The other was beaten from being exposed
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| So it hurt less to never hold it close
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| I feel torn between two hearts dying, but I’ll trade them in for one
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| Broken and exposed, collapsing, so why would I hold on?
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| I feel torn between two hearts dying, but I’ll trade them in for one
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| So why would I hold on? |
| I’ll trade them in for one
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| Neither heart had power to fill my veins
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| Or be the source of who I want to be
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| Pulled both ways, but still suspended |