| I’m writing a new ending
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| With a better storyline
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| Turn the page and leave the blanks
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| With a plot that’s less defined
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| And though I won’t get back
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| A day of stolen time
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| I could go to bed at night
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| With a better storyline
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| Leave what can’t be changed in the past
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| Let the old house burn down
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| And the wind scatter the ash
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| Forgive myself for all the broken glass
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| What I didn’t know how to say or ask
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| I’m writing a new ending
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| With a better storyline
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| Turn the page and lave the blanks
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| With a plot that’s less dfined
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| And though I won’t get back
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| A day of stolen time
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| I could go to bed at night
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| With a better storyline
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| Here’s the scene when I lost my map
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| When the breadcrumbs blew away
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| And there was no way back
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| Just the compass of my heart to find the path
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| Seeing only in the dark, flash to lightning flash
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| I’m writing a new ending
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| With a better storyline
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| Turn the page and leave the blanks
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| With a plot that’s less defined
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| And though I won’t get back
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| A day of stolen time
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| I could go to bed at night
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| With a better storyline
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| There are stories shaped like stones
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| The ones our hearts have always known
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| The ones we finally call our own
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| Down where the spirit meets the bone
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| I’m ending where another story starts
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| At the edges I can grow, even when they’re razor sharp
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| I’m grateful for the words that I bookmarked
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| Before I really knew I’d need them for this part
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| I’m writing a new ending
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| With a better storyline
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| Turn the page and leave the blanks
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| With a plot that’s less defined
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| And though I won’t get back
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| A day of stolen time
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| I could go to bed at night
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| With a better storyline |