| Let it out, let it out
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| Feel the empty space
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| So insecure
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| Find the words and let it out
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| Staring down, staring down
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| Nothing comes to mind
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| Find the place
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| Turn the water into wine
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| But I feel I’m getting nowhere
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| And I’ll never see the end
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| So I wither
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| And render myself helpless
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| I give in
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| And everything is clear
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| I breakdown
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| And let the story guide me
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| Turn it on, turn it on
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| Let the feelings flow
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| Close your eyes
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| See the ones you used to know
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| Open up, open up
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| Don’t struggle to relate
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| Lure it out
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| Help the memory escape
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| Still this barrenness consumes me
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| And I feel like giving up
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| So I wither
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| And render myself helpless
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| I give in
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| And everything is clear
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| I breakdown
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| And let the story guide me
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| I wither
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| And give myself away
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| Like reflections on the page
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| The world’s what you create
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| I drown in hesitation
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| My words come crashing down
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| And all my best creations
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| Burning to the ground
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| The thought of starting over
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| Leaves me paralyzed
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| Tear it out again
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| Another one that got away
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| I wither
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| And render myself helpless
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| I give in
|
| And everything is clear
|
| I wither
|
| And render myself helpless
|
| I give in
|
| And everything is clear
|
| I breakdown
|
| And let the story guide me
|
| I wither
|
| And give myself away
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| Like reflections on the page
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| The world’s what you create
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| The world’s what you create
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| Let it out, let it out |