| Thanks for being soft and kind
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| For making me change my mind
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| About everyone and everything
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| Boxed in this corner of mine
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| You walked across my borderline
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| And reached the girl that used to be me
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| When I was brave
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| Fearless, alive and unsaved
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| When I was free
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| Of all these black lined boundaries
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| Avoiding any fire and smoke
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| Safety first is all she wrote
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| Barricading up the open doors
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| Headed for the comfort zone
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| And settled for a life alone
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| Looking back locked in the ivory tower
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| To when I’d jump in
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| Not wondering if I would sink or swim
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| When I would dare
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| To move an inch without a single care
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| Before I invented
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| Perfect me
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| Perfect me
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| Perfect me
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| Thanks for being sweet and strong
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| For making me feel I belong
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| To the land of the living
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| Like when I was brave
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| Fearless, alive and unsaved
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| When I was free
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| Of all these black lined boundaries
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| Before I invented
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| Perfect me
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| Perfect me
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| Perfect me |