| I need to breathe in fresh air
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| Reinvent and begin again
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| Sense the winds of change gust with new beginnings
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| If such a thing exists
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| Or is this all permanent
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| Is this all permanent?
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| What can I say here is real?
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| So caught up in this fear to feel
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| Have the lines been drawn?
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| Is the canvas full?
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| Have we missed the point
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| That nothing’s out there at all?
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| I’ve wasted daylight dreaming
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| And spent these dark nights grieving
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| Will I ever feel the same again?
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| Is there any purpose in the end?
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| I wish the gates of hell would open up and swallow me whole
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| ‘Cause the quickest way out, is on the way down
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| If there’s a heaven, we’d have so far to go
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| I’ve looked up and I still do
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| For hours and days with no answers
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| Only divide and no divine truth
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| I’ve wasted daylight dreaming
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| And spent these dark nights grieving
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| Will I ever feel the same again?
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| Is there any purpose in the end?
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| Is ignorance bliss or a burden?
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| I’m somewhere in between
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| Lost in the uncertainty
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| Of everything I believe
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| While I admire your simple security
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| I can’t live in someone else’s make believe
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| We’ve all got an exit strategy
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| And no idea where we go when we leave
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| Nothing’s out there at all
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| I’ve wasted daylight dreaming
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| And spent these dark nights grieving
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| Will I ever feel the same again?
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| Is there any purpose in the end?
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| Is ignorance bliss or a burden?
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| I’m somewhere in between
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| Lost in the uncertainty
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| Of everything I believe |