| I can’t believe anything you wrote down on my skin
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| The marker’s rubbing off
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| But it stained me from within
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| You can’t keep me here forever
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| I’m as close as I could be
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| To finding my own way, and starting to believe
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| That’s the beauty of waking up underwater
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| You don’t have to catch your breath (you don’t have to catch your)
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| Standing tall isn’t as hard as it seems when you
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| Have no ground to stand on to
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| It may take time, but your shadow grows
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| And you’ll learn from what you leave behind
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| And the seeds you sow
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| Will begin to grow
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| Into something you can be proud of someday soon
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| If you just listen close enough
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| You can make out the truth
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| (There's no need to look anywhere else)
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| It’s right there inside your head
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| That’s the beauty of waking up underwater
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| You don’t have to catch your breath (you don’t have to catch your)
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| Standing tall isn’t as hard as it seems when you
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| Have no ground to stand on to
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| And I’ve been sleeping with my eyes open for far too long
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| It’s time I trusted my cold bed not to eat me alive again
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| I am the waves against your ocean
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| And the tide has cleaned me out (cleaned me out)
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| I am the waves against your ocean
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| And the tide has cleaned me out
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean floor grave
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean floor grave
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean floor grave
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean floor grave
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| I’ve kicked open this ocean floor grave
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| I’ve kicked open |