| It seems I’ve spent my whole life trying to keep my head above
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| These waters that surround me that these people calling love
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| I never knew such happiness that movies would portray
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| I tossed aside these notions as inflictions deemed cliché
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| From time to time I’d take a chance
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| Shoot the breeze and dance the dance
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| I’m not too sure what numbered more
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| The hearts I broke or the ones I stole
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| Karma being that witch it was, left my heart a broken cause
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| Left me right back where I started
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| Unsatisfied square one
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| It’s when you’ve given up and you’ve had enough
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| That’s when the walls come crashing down
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| When you’ve seen it all, oh you’ve seen it all
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| It steals your perfectly imperfect heart
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| You kick your boots to the ground
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| Like you’re ready to die
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| You put your fists up in arms
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| Like you’re ready to fight
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| But when it finds you sleeping
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| And it picks you apart
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| It steals your perfectly imperfect heart
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| It’s when you’ve given up and you’ve had enough
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| That’s when the walls come crashing down
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| When you’ve seen it all, oh you’ve seen it all |
| It steals your perfectly imperfect heart
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| You kick your boots to the ground
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| Like you’re ready to die
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| You put your fists up in arms
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| Like you’re ready to fight
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| But when it finds you sleeping
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| And it picks you apart
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| It steals your perfectly imperfect heart
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| I (I)
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| Know (know)
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| That everything (everything)
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| Is gonna be alright (be alright)
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| I (I)
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| Know (know)
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| Everything (everything)
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| Is gonna be alright (is gonna be alright)
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| You kick your boots to the ground
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| Like you’re ready to die
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| You put your fists up in arms
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| Like you’re ready to fight
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| But when it finds you sleeping
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| And it picks you apart
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| It steals your perfectly imperfect heart |