| Deep in the darkness
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| Where no one goes
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| You got yo problems
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| And I got mine
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| We’re somewhere rollin
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| Down an old back road
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| And down in my soul
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| Wish I could bottle up time
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| Feels like a lullaby
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| And lately when I’m dreaming
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| I’ve been reaching for the moon
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| Feels like a lullaby
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| But waking up in heaven
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| Is when I’m waking up with you
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| Dear mister dear mister
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| Man in the space suit
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| I’ve been reaching for God
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| Dear mister dear mister
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| Can you take two
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| I think I’m leaving it all
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| I’m so tired of feeling chained
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| And Lord knows I’ll never change
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| Just sit here in all my shame
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| And I keep doing the same old thang
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| If I’m so sick of being burned
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| Then why do I chase that flame
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| And I act like the lesson’s are learned
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| But I keep doing the same old thang
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| Pleasure of love
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| Only lasts for a moment
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| The pain of love
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| Lasts a whole life time
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| It’s my last chance
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| And God I know this
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| Lord I need you
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| Let your light shine
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| We live for acceptance
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| Die for rejection
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| I’ve accepted it’s hard to
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| Even look at my reflection
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| Lord won’t you take over me
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| Come get a hold of me
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| They were selling wolf tickets
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| So I sold her dreams
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| So it seems
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| It’s under control now
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| I can’t seem to slow down
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| I’m about to blow out
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| My eyes rollin
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| In the back of my head
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| They looked at me
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| Like I came back from the dead
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| That’s when I said…
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| I’m so tired of feeling chained
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| And Lord knows I’ll never change
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| Just sit here in all my shame
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| And I keep doing the same old thang
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| If I’m so sick of being burned
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| Then why do I chase that flame
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| And I act like the lesson’s are learned
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| But I keep doing the same old thang
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| Lord knows that you could feel my pain
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| As I sit here in all my shame
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| I’m still shackled in all these chains
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| And I keep doing the same old thang
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| Dear mister dear mister
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| Man in the space suit
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| I’ve been reaching for God
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| Dear mister dear mister
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| Can you take two
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| I think I’m leaving it all
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| I’m so tired of feeling chained
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| And Lord knows I’ll never change
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| Just sit here in all my shame
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| And I keep doing the same old thang
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| If I’m so sick of being burned
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| Then why do I chase that flame
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| And I act like the lesson’s are learned
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| But I keep doing the same old thang |