| I went through this door
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| For no other reason
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| Than it wasn’t open
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| And sometimes I’m foolish enough to believe encouraging things
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| But most times I’m cautiously less optimistic
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| A face in the crowd
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| I wish to be found
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| I worry so often for those who escape
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| I wonder out loud
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| I sleep at odd hours
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| And I write 'cause I never know just what to say
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| My friends all believe me
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| When I say I’m busy with pretty big things
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| I cancel most plans
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| I hurt someone’s feelings
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| I feel like I’m starting
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| And just when I’m starting, I’m starting to stray
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| And everyday, I take a white page
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| And try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| I try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| I’ve planted some clues
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| That I hope you find easily
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| Things that I find hard to speak clear and true
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| I think there’s a part of you
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| Hoping I’m hoping you feel like I do
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| And maybe you’re listening somewhere you like to be
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| Where you let everything heavy just go
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| Oh, I’d like to be there
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| How I’d like to stay
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| How I’d like to listen
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| How I’d like to think I’d know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| I try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| Somebody, somebody blocked the door
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| I know it was me for sure
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| But somebody knows where I’m hidden away
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| I try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| I try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say
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| I try very hard to know just what to say
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| Just what to say, just what to say |