| A hopeless romantic
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| Self-medicated on reality
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| A misunderstanding
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| Is all that anyone can see in me
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| Pulling up the floor to go deeper down
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| Tearing at the soil to find the ground
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| I’m trying to find myself, coming back to the same words
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| To try to tell a different story
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| I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words
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| In hope they come alive without me
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| (Without me)
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| A moment’s reflection
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| Has given me a second chance to heal
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| A loss of connection
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| In matching up my words to how I feel
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| Pulling up the floor to go deeper down
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| Tearing at the soil to find the ground
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| I’m trying to find myself, coming back to the same words
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| To try to tell a different story
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| I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words
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| In hope they come alive without me
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| I’ve taken on too much
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| Empty pages on the floor
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| Tearing volumes from the shelf
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| To find what I’ve been looking for
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| Then it hit me
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| Well, I haven’t changed
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| I’m still the same man I was before
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| Well, I haven’t changed
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| I’m still the same man I was
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| Just trying to find myself, coming back to the same words
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| To try to tell a different story
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| I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words
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| In hope they come alive without me
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| I’m farther from myself coming back to the same words
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| I’m trying to find myself coming back to the same words |