| I’m a wounded man on top of trees
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| Gazing at the world below my feet
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| Fickle feelings find a way to me
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| Like hard winds blowing when we’re lost at sea
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| Defeated pride
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| Finally got the chance to let go
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| Keeping it quiet
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| Not a worry in the world that we know
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| I can’t decide
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| If I should let the words spill out at a time like this
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| Bright skies
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| But I’ve been known to stay in on days such as this
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| Keep it inside
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| And swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm
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| Hold it back, for what’s to come might crush you
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| I take it back cause you’re all that I’ve been up to
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| I can’t react and it’s numbing me
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| And taking up all of my time
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| So quiet
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| There’s more to me that I have yet to find
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| Keep it inside
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| And swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm
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| Keep it inside
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| And swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm
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| Take it slowly
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| I thought the trees were begging me to climb
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| Take it slowly
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| There’s more to me that I have yet to find
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| Take it slowly
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| Even though you’re always on my mind
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| Take it slowly
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| There’s more to me that I have yet to find
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| When I get to see your face again
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| Can’t help the way that I have been
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| When keeping quiet’s become a trend
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| That’s why it’s hard for me to end
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| All the countless hours I would spend
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| Making it work out up in my head
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| Now I’m filled up with only regret
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| There is no way to just forget
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| I’m a wounded man on top of trees
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| Gazing at the world below my feet
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| Fickle feelings find a way to me
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| Like hard winds blowing when we’re lost at sea |