| Do you feel small
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| Do you feel like nothing
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| Do you feel like you’re wasting your time
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| Can you stand sunlight
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| Do you feel too much
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| How will you know where you’re broken
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| But you know that the fear you feel
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| Comes back this time each day
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| And you know if you live a thousand years in silence
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| You will still feel this way
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| Can you see home
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| Can you see tomorrow
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| Can you see the sun anymore
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| Do you walk the world
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| Waiting to be discovered
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| Do you want what he said
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| You can never have
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| And you know that her tears were taken
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| And cooked up for the queen
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| But you will never find her now
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| She’s gone and her trail is far to clean
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| And every single moment feels like everything is wrong
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| And everything around you says that this’s not your home
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| And everybody else just seems to be already there
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| And you can’t get from here to there
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| Without some sort of help you’ve never seen
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| It’s white roses
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| It’s a spinning sky
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| It’s a field with the sun in your eyes
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| And do you ask yourself for help
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| To get you through the day
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| And when you’re on the street you find
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| The world is moving away
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| Spend all day under water
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| Spend all night curled in a ball
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| And when you’re all alone what reason
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| Can you see for trying at all |