| Swing back and forth
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| It’s our distance that kept me grounded
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| But now you’re back up north
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| And I just can’t seem to wrap
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| My head around this growth
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| 'Cause I’m busy searching for the excuses
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| To not lose it and fill myself up
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| With things that I just find useless
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| I tried my best to do what’s right
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| But I must confess that maybe
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| I was only ever dead wrong
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| Thinking 'bout myself
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| It’s why I’m moving really headstrong
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| Jumping out of bounds
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| Just to try and get a move on
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| Pust it all away
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| Too busy living in the background
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| And now I’m thinking back
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| That maybe I was dead wrong
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| I’ll take my time (take my time)
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| To bury myself underneath the lies
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| I’m digging up the roots
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| That wouldn’t show up before
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| I tried to read between the lines
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| Running out of patience, out of time
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| I tried my best to do what’s right
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| But I must confess that maybe
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| I was only ever dead wrong
|
| Thinking 'bout myself
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| It’s why I’m moving really headstrong
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| Jumping out of bounds
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| Just to try and get a move on
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| Pust it all away
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| Too busy living in the background
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| And now I’m thinking back
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| That maybe I was dead wrong |