| I learned this trick at a young age
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| Never live in the spotlight
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| I took all the goodness that I could find, held it up to the night
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| If I could give it all away, let the wind sweep it out of my hands
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| I could be free from the burden of lonesome pride
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| I’d be clean
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| The mind trails off until I snap back
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| The weight was simply replaced with shame
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| Facing the sun in hopes to stay warm, even without you
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| How did I find the time to be gone so much?
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| And see there it is, whispering to me like always
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| You’re familiar
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| You’ve become my lullaby for quite some time now
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| The mind trails off until I snap
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| Can I correct all of layers of lies?
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| Risk taking, letting myself be known to you
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| Offering all the pain and my goodness in hopes of what it could do
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| Maybe I’ll find that true freedom
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| And maybe I’ll hold it for a night
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| Courage calls me out from my shell
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| Liberation waits until I bloom, bloom, bloom
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| Shame, haven’t you had enough of me yet?
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| You’re beginning to take all that I am
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| Haven’t you had, all that you want?
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| You’re beginning to take away
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| Haven’t you had, all that you want?
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| I know you’ve had all of me
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| Haven’t you had, all that you want?
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| All of me
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| So instead of pushing you away by needing you to stay, I refrain from casually
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| allowing this shame to stay
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| And allow you to leave, allow you to go, allow you to be whatever it is that
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| you get to be |