| Sixteen and eight guided by the hand of frustration
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| A nervous wreck rose red
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| Tongue-tied at the prospect of conversation,
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| I tremble at the circumstance
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| Each ring tells me that I have no chance
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| Persist, persist there’s no safety net
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| But a free fall on your own terms is the only way to get
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| Clarity for the journey you’ve been missing all along
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| Crush the rhetoric of the voices that said I was wrong
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| The world won’t wait so fuck the mold
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| There are stories to be made and told,
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| I refuse to be the sum of my fears
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| Sixteen and eight have been the best of years
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| Faith fading, you’re mistaken to think
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| That we’re still able to share the same vision now
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| I’ve been shunned from your table
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| Back to basics
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| These faces still terrify me
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| Back to basics
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| Fuck you, I’m breaking free
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| And now I’m not alone, |