| I take back what I said
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| I’m not ready to give in
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| To wishful thinking
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| I might be the one to place
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| All my eggs into one basket
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| But it still feels like my best bet
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| You’ve gotten so good
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| At being right from the start
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| I wish I could be fooled
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| By colours we choose to use
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| To draw inside thick contours
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| Today feels different
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| An all-new kind of effort
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| What happens with flat words
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| Now that we’ve entered
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| A space where intent comes first
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| I know your words are beautiful but I don’t need to hear them now
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| Sounds flowing down in waterfalls
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| This is just for show
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| This is just a bluff
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| This is nothing personal
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| Let the tension grow
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| Till I’m brave enough
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| To trust those words will bring me back somehow
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| What’s left of the ancient wisdom
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| We thought unfit for us
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| We’re yielding under pressure
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| And I’m still waiting for more
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| I wish I could ease your mind
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| And see with a different light
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| Are we both part of the plan?
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| Isn’t it more of the same?
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| Let’s start with the things we know
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| Oh, we’ve been here before
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| Drink it hot, drink it cold
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| There’s so much you can’t control
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| Maybe there’s nothing to it
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| There’s nothing personal
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| I know your words are beautiful but I don’t need to hear them now
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| This is just for show
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| This is just a bluff
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| This is nothing personal
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| Let the tension grow
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| Till I’m brave enough
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| To trust those words will bring me back somehow |