| Give me unfamiliar, something to consider
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| I’m sick and tired of the same dull figure in a broken mirror
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| Old habits start to taste so bitter
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| You couldn’t stand to see me change
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| Pull me out, cut me down
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| I’m outgrown and undone
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| Never let me doubt where my roots lay down
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| Blooming closer to the sun
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| Still defiant and narrow-minded
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| Feet still planted in their place
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| A crystal ball let me see
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| The path I’d likely lead
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| With shattered glass in my feet
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| I walked my own, just me
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| Pull me out, cut me down
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| I’m outgrown and undone
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| Never let me doubt where my roots lay down
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| Blooming closer to the sun |