| I, like a rock, sink
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| Sinking 'til I hit the bottom
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| The water is much deeper than I thought
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| Nothing to swim with
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| Kicking but I keep sinking
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| A lesson that no one could have ever taught
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| And I can almost breathe the air
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| Right beyond my fingertips
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces
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| One more push and I’ll be there
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| Right where I belong
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces
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| I see the picture
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| Blurry but now it’s in focus
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| A fairy tale I purchased on my own
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| I finally woke up
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| Everything is better
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| A chance for me to open up and grow
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| And I can almost breathe the air
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| Right beyond my fingertips
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces
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| One more push and I’ll be there
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| Right where I belong
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces
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| Turn around and pick up the pieces
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| Turn around and pick up the pieces
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| Turn around and pick up the pieces
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| Suffocating, sinking further almost everyday
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| (Turn around and pick up the pieces)
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| Barely treading water knowing
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| I will not give up
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| I will not give up
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| I will not give up
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| 'Cuz I can almost breathe the air
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| Right beyond my fingertips
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces
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| One more push and I’ll be there
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| Right where I belong
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| I’ll turn around and pick up the pieces |