| I’m stepping inside a universe
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| Designed against my own beliefs
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| They’re toying with me, and tapping their feet
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| The work’s laid out, cut out to the seams
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| It’s not that I crave any more company
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| I’d like to say, say a few things
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| Clearing your throat, while I count to three
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| Keep hold of my hand
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| We both know I can leave
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| I don’t like to cry before I know why
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| But honestly, I might
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| You pick a new fight, wiping tears from the night
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| Blue ribbon ties while emotions are high
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| I told all my friends
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| They were glad to see
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| Sat in a circle in front of my Claud’s tapestry
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| In a dorm less than three minutes to drive
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| We both can always
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| «Take it or leave it
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| The moment’s here and you should believe it»
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| Know that you should
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| I pull until I’m left with the burns
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| Blisters and the dirt left in between my fingers
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| Rushing so I can beat the line
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| But what if all I want is conversation and time?
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| I move so I don’t have to think twice
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| I drift and float through counties with my one-sided climb
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| Once I make a choice to move forward, I’ll take
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| I’ll take a picture for your locker |