| My mind i aching searching for inspiration
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| In every little thing now
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| I live in hesitation
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| Why would anyone care what I might have to say?
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| I don’t know anything better than anybody
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| You put your trust in my voice I promised I would guide the way
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| Now I need your help to light the path, so dim
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| That I have seemed to stray.
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| That I have seemed to stray
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| My nerves are in a knot
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| I need to write a novel but I cant construct a thought
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| Over-thinking every line, I swear I’ve heard it all a thousand times
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| Hold on! |
| Hold on!
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| The feelings there and then it’s gone
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| I’m done! |
| I’m done!
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| This is what I get for waiting so long
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| My voice is straining, searching for inspiration
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| In every little thing now I live in repetition.
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| Why would anyone care what I might have to say?
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| I don’t know anything better than anybody
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| You put your trust in my voice I promised I would guide the way
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| Now I need your help to light the path, so dim
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| That I have seemed to stray
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| The art of survival is a story that will never end
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| I’m supposed to be an artist, to be there when you need me most
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| I’m supposed to be an artist, to inspire when I’m nothing but a ghost
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| I thought I had it but the moments lost, I tried to grasp it but it was a
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| fleeting thought
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| Drawing blanks and crooked circles trying everything I can
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| I can’t help but ask myself, why would anybody even care?
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| That’ll work
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| No it won’t
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| Don’t give in
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| Make it worth it
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| Make it worth it.
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| Why would anyone care what I might have to say?
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| I don’t know anything better than anybody
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| You put your trust in my voice I promised I would guide the way
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| Now I need your help to light the path, so dim, that I have seemed to stray
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| The art of survival is a story that will never end
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| I’m supposed to be an artist, to be there when you need me most
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| I’m supposed to be an artist, to inspire when I’m nothing but a ghost |