| This is what I said to myself in a deep dream:
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| There’s a relief that belief is all inside of me,
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| and it’s not trying to seep,
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| but bleed a brief shred of grief
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| followed by a chase to break free as I chase this crippling desire to
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| understand the fire in your eyes
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| With time I’ll try to realize that you’re the love I need.
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| But then I find this hope inside when I finally cross these wires,
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| not so that I die,
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| but so my brain will fry.
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| So I’ll be dulled down enough to believe your lies when you cross the t’s and
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| you dot the i’s.
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| And I’ll believe you,
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| because I can see through the rescue.
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| And I saw a familiar bleak view when I broke my neck to see over the fence just
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| to see how green the grass on the other side of it is.
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| But I know good and well that these self help,
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| pity party depths of hell,
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| chasing a burning desire like whiskey down your throat
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| drowning out the fact that the facts are in and you’re still gonna say no.
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| But I can’t let go
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| 'cause this echoing promise of hope is deep inside of this confusion with me,
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| I know,
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| but soon I’ll let go.
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| And I’ll do what I can to tell love take control.
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| I’ll do what I can to let this love take control.
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| 'Cause confusion of who you need me to be has striken me.
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| But love has no weapons and love is never fighting,
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| so darling, why are we?
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| When love was the original intention of this home we built in our sleep.
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| Every night I lie awake and I know my heart will break
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| but what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you.
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| Every night I lie awake I know my heart will break
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| but what’s hurts the most is knowing, knowing it’s happening to you. |