| I haven’t smiled in a long time
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| But I’ve learned how to look impressed
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| Learned to lose the dreams I had
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| When I was at my best
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| When I was a boy on the back lawn
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| Faith, like a gun, I’d find
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| And be it loaded or not
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| I’d keep it at my side
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| This voice inside keeps saying
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| Congratulations on what you’ve done
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| On all you are
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| And all that you won’t become
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| But even when it’s hard
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| I guess, I’m never where I don’t belong
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| And I’ll get there by knowing
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| I’d get there all along
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| This life to me it’s like a try for thunder
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| This sky that I’m under it’s the best sky for me
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| I’ve learned less from daylight
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| Than from night threatening to leave
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| All along my voice goes after
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| What my hands cannot reach
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| I ran through the fog without you
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| Through the low hard language of rain
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| Afraid that if I caught
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| What I came for
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| I’d never want it again
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| This life to me
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| It’s like a try for thunder
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| This sky that I’m under
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| It says God’s been good to me
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| One night in the rain you set me straight
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| You said I have everything I need
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| And for every slow day in the sun
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| There’s two storms in between
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| Where I am is where you’ll find me
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| At the edge of many things
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| Hands outstretched, doing circles in the rain
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| Grinning like a thief
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| This life to me
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| It’s like a try for thunder
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| This sky that I’m under
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| It says God’s been good to me |