| Got rid of that mood
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| Understood the way it grew
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| Said to it, «I've had enough, we’re through»
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| I’m trading you in for chill singing until
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| I know where my will is headed
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| Talks 'bout how to digest the past
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| As you forseein' what’s old as new
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| Like new, you don’t have to see for yourself, I
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| Before I change my mind
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| Looking back at what
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| I thought, I thought, I thought
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| What if I was wrong?
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| Before I made it rough
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| I can not imagine what
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| I thought, I thought, I thought
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| 'Cause what I thought was wrong
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| Shaking up, eager to ease
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| The thunderheads we’re caught beneath
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| Rain like a sign to clean the slate
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| Exchange that bitterness for some grace
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| Levels to read a balanced struggle
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| Again, forgiveness, shame
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| I should know by now the shape it takes
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| The shadow’s length
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| Have the levity to laugh away
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| That way, don’t have to see for yourself, I
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| Before I changed my mind
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| I was thinking 'bout a girl
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| Thought I was left behind
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| What if I was wrong?
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| I can’t see past the time
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| When I was thinking 'bout her
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no |