| My body moves in time
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| We’re begging on the feeding line
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| We’re lifting out above this head space
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| See, my body over flows
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| But I got my whole damn life
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| Caught up in moments entirely of yours
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| But I’m finding it harder to reason in order to grow
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| And finding it hard is a feeling that all of you know
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| Know, know…
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| See, my body keeps in line
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| And I got my whole damn life
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| Oh, I want to be somebody, somebody, someone
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| You’re so desperate now
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| Oh no, you won’t let it go
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| You bit off your tongue to become one
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| And nevertheless, when this pain in my chest seems to grow
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| I’m living it harder to feel what it feels like to know
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| You know, know, know…
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| In the home I lived in, I came to grow
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| My body cumbersome and slow
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| But I felt it, felt it coming over me…
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| In the home I lived in, I came to grow
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| My body cumbersome and slow
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| But I felt it, felt it coming over me…
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| But I got my whole damn life
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| Caught up in moments entirely of yours
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| But I’m finding it harder to reason in order to grow
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| And finding it hard is a feeling that all of you know
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| Nevertheless, when this pain in my chest seems to grow
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| And grow
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| You know, know, know… |