| Here I’m somewhere in between these feelings
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| They come back to me when I’m sound sleeping
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| How I miss those days
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| And I know I’m not, I know I’m not done with 'em
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| There’s things that I started, I still have to finish
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| But how do I navigate?
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| And so I’m reaching out to myself
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| I’m not calling out to anybody else
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| And I’ve made my peace with the sun
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| And all we’ve got is what we’ve done
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| And my heart still skips when your name gets mentioned
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| My love won’t die, it just changed its intention
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| And that’s how it will stay
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| And I’m somewhere in between what I do and what I’m thinking
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| I want to get it right, I don’t stop believing
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| But somehow I hesitate
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| And so I’m reaching out to myself
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| I’m not calling out to anybody else
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| And I’ve made my peace with the sun
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| And all we’ve got is what we’ve done
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| I’m never biting my tongue, I’m never great with decisions
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| Got a lot to be desired but I’ve never asked for permission
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| Thank God I was raised this way
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| And I’m somewhere in between what I hear and when I listen
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| I try to write it down but it’s already written
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| How I miss those days |