| I’m tired of climbing ladders
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| Just to slip down all the snakes
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| Enough of swings and roundabouts
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| Just to make the same mistakes
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| My patterns of behaviour
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| Are beginning to wear thin
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| Can see the destination
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| But never sure where to begin
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| Sometimes I’m not sure just what it is
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| There are days where I remember to exist
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| I’m so blessed to have you by my side
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| The true test is how you feel when you’re alone
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| The best part is that the future’s unknown
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| And the next part of our story’s untold
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| I’ll know what I want
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| When I see what it is
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| At least we tried something
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| Even if nothing comes of it
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| Seems like the real things
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| Have all turned out to be fake
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| Spent half my life sleeping
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| And the second half awake
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| Sometimes I’m not sure just what it is
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| There are days where I remember to exist
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| I’m so blessed to have you by my side
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| The true test is how you feel when you’re alone
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| The best part is that the future’s unknown
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| And the next part of our story’s untold
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| Put your head in my hands
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| Let this feeling move on
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| Something that was there
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| That is afterwards gone
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| Take good care of this child
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| Who lives on in my soul
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| That half-smile in the mirror
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| Placed with mine becomes whole
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| Sometimes I’m not sure just what it is
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| There are days where I remember to exist
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| I’m so blessed to have you by my side
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| The true test is how you feel when you’re alone
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| The best part is that the future’s unknown
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| And the next part of our story’s untold
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| Sometimes I’m not sure just what it is
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| There are days where I remember to exist
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| I’m so blessed to have you by my side
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| The true test is how you feel when you’re alone
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| The best part is that the future’s unknown
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| And the next part of our story’s untold |