| So I’m waiting for this test to end
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| So these lighter days can soon begin
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| I’ll be alone but maybe more carefree
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| Like a kite that floats so effortlessly
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| I was afraid to be alone
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| But now I’m scared that’s how I like to be
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| All these faces run the same
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| How can there be so many personalities?
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| So many lifeless, empty hands
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| So many hearts in great demand
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| And now my sorrow seems so far away
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| Until I’m taken by these bolts of pain
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| But I turn them off, and tuck them away
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| Until those rainy days that make them stay
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| And then I’ll cry so hard to these sad songs
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| And the words still ring, once here, now gone
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| And they echo through my head everyday
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| And I don’t think they’ll ever go away
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| Just like thinking of your childhood home
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| But we can’t go back, we’re on our own, oh
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| But I’m about to give this one more shot
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| And find it in myself, I’ll find it in myself
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| So we’re speeding towards that time of year
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| To the day that marks that you’re not here
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| And I think I’ll want to be alone
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| So please understand that I don’t answer the phone
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| I’ll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls
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| Until I can see nothing at all
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| Only particles, some fast, some slow
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| All my eyes can see is all I know
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| But I’m about to give this one more shot
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| And find it in myself, I’ll find it in myself |