| Airing out my space
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| Breathing in the waves
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| Nothing to complain
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| In this moment I remain
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| Drinking in this lavender haze
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| Flying high above
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| Coffee buzz a lonesome love
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| Soaking in a lazy flow I’m working through my daily woes
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| Igniting what I already know
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| Got that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| And I’m colouring my palette alone
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| And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown
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| Love that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| Trees of palm and silhouettes
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| Scattered on a dusky sky
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| Complimenting all the blush in my skin
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| Everyday magic my ways alive
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| Got that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| And I’m colouring my palette alone
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| And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown
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| Love that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| I’ve been broken, beaten down
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| Shards of glass are glittering now
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| Wildflowers on wild fire
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| Burning up in violet smoke
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| Got that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| And I’m colouring my palette alone
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| And it’s flattering to see how I’ve grown
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| Love that feeling like I’m holding my own
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, ah, ah, yeah) |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh (ah, ah, ooh-ooh, yeah)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |