| In my left hand there is the familiar
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| In my right hand there’s the great unknown
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| I can see the madly different grass there
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| But I’m drawn to wilder nights at home
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| Don’t listen to your friends
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| See the despair behind their eyes
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| Don’t listen to your friends
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| They only care and want to know why
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| I can feel the draw
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| I can feel it pulling me back
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| It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me
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| I can feel the draw
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| I can feel it pulling me back
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| It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me
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| Are you drifting way beyond what’s normal?
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| 'Cause round your mind rings the words that they would say
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| When you go home everything looks different
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| And you’re scared of being left behind
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| Just listen to your friends
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| Trust that their fair look in their eyes
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| Just listen to your friends
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| They only care and hope you’re alright
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| I can feel the draw
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| I can feel it pulling me back
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| It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me
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| I can feel the draw
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| I can feel it pulling me back
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| It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me
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| I can feel the draw
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| I can feel it pulling me back
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| It’s pulling me back, it’s pulling me
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| I can feel the draw
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| The draw, the draw, the draw |