| I’ve been going through the motions
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| Learning how to pretend
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| That everything is perfect
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| And I’ve been sinking in an ocean
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| Drowning but I’m silent
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| Yet everyone thinks I’m afloat
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| I’m running through mazes, mazes
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| Maybe it’s just a phase but regardless
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| I’m flipping the pages, pages
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| I’m going through changes
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| But I swear I’m the same
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| Could you show me some patience
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| Along the way?
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| I’m going through changes
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| But I swear I’m the same
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| Could you show me some mercy
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| If I start to stray?
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| I’ve been chasing after feelings
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| Most of which are fleeting
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| I still feel empty
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| And I’ve been trying hard to fit in
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| But how come I’m so different
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| From everyone I see?
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| I’m running through mazes, mazes
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| Maybe it’s just a phase but regardless
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| I’m flipping the pages, pages
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| I’m going through changes
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| But I swear I’m the same
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| Could you show me some patience
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| Along the way?
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| I’m going through changes
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| But I swear I’m the same
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| Could you show me some mercy
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| If I start to stray?
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| Trying to fight the seasons
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| Trying to find my meaning
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| Maybe there’s a reason
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| Why I’m going through these changes |