| I’m so glad I was upstairs painting my new room
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| Everything is changing
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| And it feels so right this time
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| Throwing debris off the balcony
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| Everything is lightness
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| As it falls down so slow
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| Wood hitting the ground nails into the soil
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| The grass is bleeding
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| Give it a bodybag of snow
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| The Sun’s digress is my room’s darkness
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| Now I’m lying on the carpet
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| In your arms I have been found
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| See that pole jutting out of the corner
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| Sometimes I wanna tie my neck up
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| Let my limp limbs dangle down
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| My heart is open, not yet broken
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| And it feels so right this time
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| I’m so glad I was upstairs painting my new room
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| Everything is changing
|
| And it feels so right this time
|
| Throwing debris off the balcony
|
| Everything is lightness
|
| As it falls down so slow
|
| Wood hitting the ground nails into the soil
|
| The grass is bleeding
|
| Give it a bodybag of snow
|
| The Sun’s digress is my room’s darkness
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| Now I’m lying on the carpet
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| In your arms I have been found
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| Don’t take back what you said
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| I’ll be yours instead in my head
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| I’ll be yours instead
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| I’ll be yours instead in my head
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| I’ll be yours instead |