| Breathe it in, and you hold on
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| Breathe the words, breathe the words
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| Write them down, so you hold on
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| Keep them in, keep it in
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| As it builds, try to recall:
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| Pain is real, a face is real
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| It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole
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| I’m confused, awake
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| I may have faux pas while in the world
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| Now I fear the blame
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| The script took shape, and I’m beholden
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| The cast has names
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| Smoke to page, ink to ballpoint
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| Sheets to the air, unfold and crease
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| Evolving shadows
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| It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole
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| I’m confused, awake
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| I may have faux pas while in the world
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| Now I fear to claim owner’s fault
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| I may have played false
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| Seduced by a word
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| Just a turn of phrase
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| Then I felt that gaze
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| I might have made faux pas while in the world
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| Now I feel the blame
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| Now I’ll own the blame
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| Climb, climb
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| Own that mountain
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| Carve shape
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| Face of human
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| Statues monumental
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| It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole
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| I’m confused, awake
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| I’ve made my faux pas, but now in the world
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| I fear the blame |