| Broke in my hand
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| This was never the plan
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| But I guess since it’s here
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| I’ll stay strong where I stand
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| I’m falling apart
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| My name used to be grace
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| But now if you call me
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| Just call me misplaced
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| I feel with my core
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| No more with my hands
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| I see through a blindness
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| You don’t understand
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| I reach for the quiet, I live on what’s left
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| I reach for the quiet, I live on what’s left
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| You can’t take it back
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| The life that you’ve led
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| But I’ve spread myself thin here
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| Spread myself on the bed
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| (Almost spread myself dead)
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| I reach for the quiet, I live on what’s left
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| I reach for the quiet, I live on what’s left
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| It’s out of my hands
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| This was never my plan
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| But I guess since it’s here
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| I’ll stay strong where I stand
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| I reach for the quiet, I live on what’s left |