| I will go over you
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| My voice will strangle you
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| Here I am, I’m writing a letter
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| I’m sitting alone looking at this paper
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| There are things I would like to say aloud
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| But I’m blocked my words don’t come out
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| I want to try without being shy
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| But you will have to read behind the line
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| Feel confused, my hands are shaking
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| Feel depressed, my heart is broken
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| I will go over you
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| My voice will strangle you
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| Here it is, my pencil on this paper
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| Still alone, now I feel better
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| I can’t sing aloud all my pain and suffering
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| Feel strange, feel my memories crumbling
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| I need to read
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| This unwritten letter
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| My heart still beats
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| But I feel better
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| I need the wings to feel free and fly
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| To feel free and fly
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| I will go over you
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| My voice will strangle you |