| Step aside
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| I’m losing patience with the way you waste your life
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| And now I’m ripping at the seams you stitched too tight
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| Recycling old habits won’t clean the dirt that you left behind
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| Quietly, I’m moving on
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| Stagger back; |
| don’t break my fall
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| I know my place, and it’s not far from the bed you make
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| Selfish decay rots away at the foundation that we tried to lay
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| With all feelings aside I needed distance space and time
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| Overworked with thoughts of my fleeting willingness to try
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| My fleeting willingness to try
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| Step aside
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| I’m losing patience with the way you waste your life
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| And now I’m ripping at the seams you stitched too tight
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| Recycling old habits won’t clean the dirt that you left behind
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| Quietly, I’m moving on
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| Stagger back; |
| don’t break my fall
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| A tethered weight
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| Strapped down to the bottom of my feet just to hold me in place
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| I felt you lean on me for song long and I
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| I can’t believe that you think I’m still your property
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| Quick pick, tight grip
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| I’m running in circles so hastily
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| I can’t believe that you think I’m still your property
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| Quick pick, tight grip
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| I’m running in circles
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| Step aside
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| I’m losing patience with the way you waste your life
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| And now I’m ripping at the seams you stitched too tight
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| Recycling old habits won’t clean the dirt that you left behind
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| Quietly, I’m moving on
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| Stagger back; |
| don’t break my fall
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| Step aside, I’m moving on
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| Step aside, quietly I’m moving on
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| Stagger back, don’t break my fall |