| You don’t strike me as the type to start a scuffle
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| But I see fire in your eyes
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| Each time someone’s in your way
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| Something’s clenched a sense of hidden inner struggle
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| You’re aching for the day
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| When there’s a break in the noise to say
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| I’m kinda stuck in a hole
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| Kinda stuck holding on
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| Been carrying weight so long
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| Somebody lift it from me
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| From me, from me
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| Let these strange seasons bleed from me
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| From me
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| Give me reasons to breathe
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| Find the freedom that fell from me
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| You cut yourself off time and time again you smothered
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| The truer you is a stranger you’d pass in the street
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| Without looking back or in fact you’d maybe mutter
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| What a fool, what to do? |
| Who are you to dare to be moving so free
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| Now kinda stuck in a hole
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| Kinda stuck holding on
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| Been carrying weight so long
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| Somebody lift it from me
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| From me, from me
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| Let these strange seasons bleed from me
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| From me
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| Give me reasons to breathe
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| Find the freedom that fell from me
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| Is this some kind of record?
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| Taking light years to settle
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| Must be some kind of record
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| To drag this diamond devil
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| Somebody lift it from me
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| From me, me
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| From me
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| Give me reasons to breathe
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| Find the freedom that fell from me
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| Let these strange seasons bleed from |