| I can’t smell the roses
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| No, I haven’t for some time
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| And I guess I’m striking poses
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| Every time I step outside
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| I keep on running
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| Try to beat it with a bottle
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| I thought four was plenty
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| But now they’re all empty
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| I pulled back those curtains
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| And I let the sun in again
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| It’s like I saw morning for the first time
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| And she welcomes me like a friend
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| And when you spend so long hurting
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| You can forget to believe in grace
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| Too many conversations with the burden
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| Got me crying out loud for change
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| Broken bathroom mirror
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| I’ve not used it for a while
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| Been avoiding my reflection
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| That’s a symptom of denial
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| I recognized myself today
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| Little steps, little steps we take
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| I threw away the empties
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| Boy, there were plenty
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| I pulled back those curtains
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| And I let the sun in again
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| It’s like I saw morning for the first time
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| And she welcomes me like a friend
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| And when you spend so long hurting
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| You can forget to believe in grace
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| Too many conversations with the burden
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| Got me crying out loud for change
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| I don’t know where this goes
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| And I don’t know how it ends
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| All I know is that I’m changing
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| And I want her back again
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| I don’t know where this goes (I don’t where this road is taking me)
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| And I don’t know how it ends (and I don’t know if I’ll ever find my peace)
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| All I know is that I’m changing (I know something’s changed in me)
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| And I want her back again (and it happened when)
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| I pulled back those curtains
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| And I let the sun in again
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| It’s like I saw morning for the first time
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| And she welcomes me like a friend
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| And when you spend so long hurting
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| You can forget to believe in grace
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| Too many conversations with the burden
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| Got me crying out loud for change
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| I pulled back those curtains
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| And I let the sun in again
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| It’s like I saw morning for the first time
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| And she welcomes me like a friend
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| And when you spend so long hurting
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| You can forget to believe in grace
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| Too many conversations with the burden
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| Got me crying out loud for change |