| Even the robin that cuts the dawn
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| Even his sound knows which side he’s on
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| Nothing that stays where it has been
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| In the black
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| And the light is a candle on my screen
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| Flickers the real love, the same old dream
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| Holding me in this middle moon
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| Looking back
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| I won’t let it drink me down
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| Like a secret
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| I won’t give in any more
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| Than I’ve given
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| No matter how or hard enough
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| I’m still gonna drink from that broken cup
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| Yeah, it knows which side I’m on
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| I have done wrong, I’ve done wrong, I’ve done wrong
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| And that weight will follow me
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| But that weight is the world’s
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| The world’s not mine
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| It is the place where I am
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| And I have lost, I have lost, I’ve lost
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| And that won’t let go of me
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| But that story’s not me
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| It’s just who I can’t change
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| And not who I can
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| I don’t see the desert for its sand
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| I don’t see the water for dry land
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| All that I love has turned to fuel for the fire
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| It’s gonna burn me with its touch
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| It’s gonna fill my loving cup
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| It knows which side I’m on
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| I have done wrong I’ve done wrong I’ve done wrong
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| And that weight will follow me
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| But that weight is the world’s
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| The world’s not mine
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| It is the place where I am
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| And I have lost, I have lost, I’ve lost
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| And that won’t let go of me
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| But that story’s not me
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| It’s who I can’t change
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| And not who I can
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| That story’s not me
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| It’s who I can’t change
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| And not who I can
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| No, that story’s not me
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| It’s just who I can’t change
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| And not who I am
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| Oh, oh it keeps me from
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| Oh, oh it keeps me from
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| Oh, oh it keeps me from |