| I’m letting go
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| To see if you’ll hold on to me
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| I’m in doubt
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| Of what is thought and what is real
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| In our room
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| Between the shapes I thought I knew
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| A guillotine
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| A pillow with feathers like snow
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| I’ve come
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| To a listening post beyond your lines
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| I’m all ears
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| To gather clues and look for signs
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| But I can’t hear
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| The song you sing while you try to soothe
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| Why are you whispering
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| While the bombs are falling?
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| Go easy on me
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| I can’t help what I’m doing
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| Go easy on me
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| Oh, I can’t help what I’m doing
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| Hello again
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| I buried you, where have you been?
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| My renegade
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| You came back from the labyrinth
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| Unlike me
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| You’ve looked for things that could be found
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| And the thread
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| That guides through black times
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| Go easy on me
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| I can’t help what I’m doing
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| Go easy on me
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| Oh, I can’t help what I’m doing
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| When thoughts
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| Had outnumbered spoken words
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| In the early hours
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| We failed to establish
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| Who was hurt
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| Most |