| What’s the use in trying
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| If all my senses say no place exists for you
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| What’s the use in hoding out my arms
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| I couldn’t find reasons if I tried to…
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| What’s the use in floating if all it does is tell
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| You someone’s under you
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| What’s the use in being if I learn to be
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| Neglectful to all the things
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| That mean the most to most of you…
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| But I can hear me say…
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| More than likely I’m the one you’re living for
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| If I find out I am then I’ll finally understand
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| When I say…
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| More than likely I’m the one you’re living for
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| More than likely (living for)…
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| What’s the use in praying
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| For all the things that mean so much to none
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| Of you…
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| What’s the use in pouring out my heart into
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| Situations I could cry thorough
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| Oh, what’s the use in closing all the doors
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| That let the loving into you…
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| What’s the use of loving If I learn
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| Not to feel anything at all, even if it means
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| The most to you…
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| But I can hear me say
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| Even If you find that I’m transcending most
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| Of my mind…
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| Through the often closing doors of what’s
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| To come, and what’s in store
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| Even if because you find I’m spending most
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| Of my love…
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| To the often closed minds that must require
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| What you’re living for…
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| What’s the use in clinging (let go)
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| To all the hopes that leave you somewhere
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| Next to lies
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| What’s the use in buying all my time
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| To try and figure out the frame that likes to
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| Communicate through signs
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| I can hear me say… |