| It’s been a year, I’ve thrived in tribulations
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| I’ve been stretched out paper thin and you held my hand through the mess and
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| confusion that we found ourselves in
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| I see a hair turning gray at the mention of a mountain that we still have to
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| climb, but I’m figuring it out day by day, and one small step by the time
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| I’ll never know unless I’ll try
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| We’ll never be like riders if I can’t rectify
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| What good is pretending when we know what waits outside
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| But I hope you can wait, hope you can wait while I take my time
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| You were ground and it’s for me late, now it’s time I do the same
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| But the grounds are little shaking, the rocks keep falling away
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| Just when I think that the storm is ending, the fire’s burning on the head
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| And I’m back to the beginning, there’s no room left inside of my head
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| I’ll never be unless I’ll try, we’ll never be like riders if I can’t rectify
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| What good is pretending when we know what waits outside, but I hope you can
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| wait while I take my time
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| I hope that you can wait for me, no no no no no, I hope that you can wait,
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| I’ll take my time but please wait
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| I hope that you can wait for me
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| Please, want to wait for me
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| No no no no no
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| I hope that you can wait for me, I hope that you will wait for me
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| I’ll never know unless I’ll try
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| We’ll never be like riders if I can’t rectify
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| What good is pretending when we know what waits outside, but I hope you can
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| wait while I take my time |