| Even the highs feel like lows
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| I’m sick of all of my clothes
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| I’m getting tired of the same conversations
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| I can’t accept the feelings of elation
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| I’m flying high but am I self-sabotaging?
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| I’m leaning further in than ever
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| Let you in but now I need to be guarded
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| Every day’s a revelation
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like my heart has been split open
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| You see everything I’m hoping
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| I’m a river running high
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like there’s a freeway running down my neck
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| There’s traffic passing through my chest and through my mind
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like my heart has been split open
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| You see everything I’m hoping
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| I’m a river running high
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like there’s traffic passing through my chest and through my mind
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| I’m burning faster than ever
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| I’m burning out to my ends
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| I’m running out of time to spend with my friends
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| And when I do, it’s with eyes wide
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| Building and breaking my pride
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| I’m getting big in my bubble
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| Losing perspective, think I could be in trouble
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| Every day’s a revelation
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| Every day’s a revelation
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| I’m learning things about myself
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like my heart has been split open
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| You see everything I’m hoping
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| I’m a river running high
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| Sometimes I feel
|
| Like there’s a freeway running down my neck
|
| There’s traffic passing through my chest and through my mind
|
| Sometimes I feel
|
| Like my heart has been split open
|
| You see everything I’m hoping
|
| I’m a river running high
|
| Sometimes I feel
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| Like there’s a freeway running down my neck
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| There’s traffic passing through my chest and through my mind |