| Knock on the door
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| I’m afraid of all the things
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| That I am not anymore, anymore, anymore
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| Just like before
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| I am scattered trying to find the parts of me
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| On the floor, on the floor, on the floor
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| And I know it’s getting quiet
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| But you know that I get like this
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| You and I
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| Will crawl until we both get up again
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| Even though we’re getting tired, so tired
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| You and I
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| Will fall and still we’ll make it in the end
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| In the meantime you’ll remind me, I’m always fine
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| You and the stars
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| Make a list of pretty things to fill my day
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| Bless your heart, bless your heart, bless your heart
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| You deal the cards
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| And it’s better when I seem to drift away
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| From the dark, from the dark, from the dark
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| And I know you’ve been trying
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| Full of tears that you’ve been drying
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| You and I
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| Will crawl until we both get up again
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| Even though we’re getting tired, so tired
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| You and I
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| Will fall and still we’ll make it in the end
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| In the meantime you’ll remind me, I’m always fine
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| I’m always fine
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| I’m always fine
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| I’m always fine |