| Stalled in the mid' of my street
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| I’m needing some clarity
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| And I carve the radio to find a song like you, like you
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| Oh no, I’m not looking back to rewrite our story’s past
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| I gave up years ago
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| And as guarded as I am, I’ve got things I’ve left unsaid
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| I’m not a kid
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| I’m living in the shade of my mind
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| I just stop for a second, and baby, I reason
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| I move forward like the seasons
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| That season ends, then another begins
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| I’m still chasing me, finding who I am
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| I am 21, feel like I’m over and done
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| Most days I’ve lost, some nights I’ve won
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| No drug that can change me, no one who can make me
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| I made myself and I should know that well
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| That night off 44, thought it was the end
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| I wish he would love me in the way that I loved him
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| I’m not looking back to rewrite my fucking past
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| I gave up years ago
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| And as guarded as I am, I’ve got things I’ve left unsaid
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| I’m not a kid
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| I’m living in the shade of my mind
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| I just stop for a second, and baby, I reason
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| I move forward like the seasons
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| I move forward like the seasons
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| Oh, and I move forward like the seasons
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| Forward like the seasons
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| Forward like the seasons
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| Forward, forward
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| I move forward like the seasons
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| Forward like the seasons
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| Forward like the seasons
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| Forward, forward, forward |