| I am the boy who won’t let go
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| I live in my head and I don’t look like my photos
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| And I hate the sound of the world outside
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| 'Cause everybody coming here can’t wait to say goodbye
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| I followed your car to my childhood home
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| And I looked for the key hidden under the stone
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| And I still hear the sound in my father’s voice
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| When he lifts me up like I’m a little boy
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| And I saw horses from my window
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| They were watching all the cars go
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| And they don’t care that I am broken
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| Close my eyes and run beside them
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| 'Cause I’m already free
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| I’m already free
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| So don’t look for me here
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| 'Cause I run in my dreams
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| I am the girl who won’t let go
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| I live in my house and I don’t like my photos
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| And I hate the sound of the world outside
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| And I still haven’t found my place to hide
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| And I saw horses from my window
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| They were watching all the cars go
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| And they don’t care that I am broken
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| Close my eyes and run beside them
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| I saw horses from my window
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| They were watching all the cars go
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| And they don’t care that I am broken
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| Close my eyes and run beside them
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| Through the valleys and the pastures
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| And I know you’ll never find me
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| 'Cause I’m already free
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| I’m already free
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| So don’t look for me here
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| Don’t look for me here
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| 'Cause I run in my dream
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| In my dreams |