| If I could let you in my skin
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| Then you would know the state I’m in
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| Feeling every question, every end
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| Sometimes it’s hard for me to see
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| Anything else but stormy seas
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| Set the boat on fire, set me free
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| How was I supposed to get by?
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| Pick myself up, say it’s alright, alright
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| I didn’t know it was fine
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| I didn’t know it was fine to be quiet
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| Quiet
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| I never knew where I belonged
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| Searched for myself in every song
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| But I’d had it in the stairwells all along
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| How was I supposed to get by?
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| Pick myself up, say it’s alright, alright
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| I didn’t know it was fine
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| I didn’t know it was fine to be quiet
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| Quiet, to be quiet
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| Quiet
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| How was I supposed to get by?
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| Pick myself up, say it’s alright, alright
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| I didn’t know it was fine
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| I didn’t know it was fine to be quiet
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| Quiet, to be quiet
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| Quiet, to be quiet
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| Quiet, to be quiet
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| Quiet |