| Watch my back, cause it will be in a grave next week
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| Who’s to know, who’s to calculate
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| Life is meant to love and make mistakes
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| If I ever had a side that could bold face lie
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| And get away with it every time
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| It would be the man inside my head
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| Am I here or lost again?
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| I keep telling myself this isn’t how the story ends
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| I’ve come to paint the sky white and black
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| And when the morning comes I won’t be looking back
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| I know there’s still beauty in the colors left to see
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| Somewhere inside I’ll find the other half of me
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| The lines we break that make the shape of everyday routine
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| A step above the waves and chaos is simply me
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| Where’s the heart and passion?
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| Don’t hold back
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| The frames that make each day unique as we proceed
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| Progress ahead, the past cannot be lived again
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| I keep telling myself this isn’t how the story ends
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| I’ve come to paint the sky white and black
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| And when the morning comes I won’t be looking back
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| I know there’s still beauty in the colors left to see
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| Somewhere inside I’ll find the other half of me
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| Who’s to know who’s to calculate
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| It’s the mystery
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| Life is meant to love and make mistakes
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| You’re not lost
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| I’m not dead
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| We are moving side by side
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| We are looking straight ahead
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| Watch my back, cause it will be in a grave next week |