| I raise my head so slowly
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| Throw an arm in the air
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| And I turn all the lights down
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| And enjoy the despair
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| I did not feel this happening
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| I did not see this coming
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| No I did not predict this at all
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| Look at me bleeding
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| With my heart in my hand
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| But I just can’t believe in
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| What I don’t understand
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| So turn it back
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| Turn it back to the day before
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| I have a fear of flying
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| Though I’ve jumped from the sky
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| And I wake up falling
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| But in this dream I die
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| And it won’t be alright
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| Because it won’t change my life
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| And no we don’t have the time
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| But I’m grateful for the chance to
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| Pick and choose which way this life is going
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| Look at me bleeding
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| With my heart in my hand
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| But I just can’t believe in
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| What I don’t understand
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| So turn it back
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| Turn it back to the day-
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| When there were stories I’d read them in ink
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| A life I could hold in my hand
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| There were songs I could sing for a season
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| And bury them back in the sand
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| There’d be friends up and down every table
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| Of people I’d met in a dream
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| But when I said they’d think
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| Of the times that had gone
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| Well this is the loneliest place I’ve ever been
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| Look at me bleeding
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| With my heart in my hand
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| But I just can’t believe in
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| What I don’t understand
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| So turn it back
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| Turn it back to the day before |