| I believe, I can see color
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| For the first time in a long time
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| I’ve been wanting to feel something
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| But I’m not sure what it is
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| Uncertainty always got the best of me
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| But now I believe
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| In everything you told me
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| Landslide, falling into me
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| Everything is only color and theory
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| Don’t take it so seriously
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| Do you enjoy anything anymore?
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| I can’t even smile at the thought of it
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| And I don’t feel
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| Like I’ll be here for sooner or later
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| A part of me has always known
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| That I couldn’t contain it
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| Landslide, falling into me
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| Everything is only color and theory
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| Will my feet hit the floor?
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| Or will I sink down to the bottom?
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| Before I depart
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| I’ll remember everything
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| Everything is only temporary
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| And I know, my knuckles are white
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| From hitting the walls
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| And I know, I’ve been
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| Bitter over everything
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| I know, my desperation shows
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| But how should I feel?
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| When I’ve given everything
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| Just to come back with nothing?
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| And I know
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| Everything is only color and theory
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| Landslide, falling into me
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| Everything is only color and theory
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| Will my feet hit the floor?
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| Or will I sink down to the bottom?
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| Before I depart
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| I’ll remember everything |