| Their on the I don’t wanna leave the summer
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| I’mma on the leather storm, wander with the feedback hunger
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| Mother never mumbles under breath
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| Says treat the world like you love it and that’s how you’ll be treated back
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| I seldom hesitate when called into the light
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| Because I know there’s someone else alive who feels the same as I do
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| And if take a stand and follow my god perhaps I’ll become a leader in the eyes
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| if I go blind tomorrow
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| Still cryin' the mask not afraid to admit
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| If lost I gotta ask What’s the task I’ve been given?
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| Cause if I miss what I pass on the path when it twists
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| There’ll be no turning in the visit like it already happened but didn’t
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| I’m not alone, that’s all I really need for the comforting realization that
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| nothing is guaranteed
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| I want nothing in return
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| But the piece of something stolen once I find out where it was I’d say I knew
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| and so I don’t
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| There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go
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| If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow
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| If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real
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| That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel
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| Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm
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| War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for
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| I’ve learned how to hurt I can learn how to heal
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| A turn for the worst is a new earth to build
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| Ive got an itch for intervention when disease is wild
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| But prefer a firm connection to preserve my inner child
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| Enter winter as a center man forget that saint knight in shining armor first a
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| picture what it’s like to sink
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| Or swim. |
| It all comes in waves
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| So concerned with the ending that the moment drifts away
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| I don’t float like I used to so I refuse to promote self control if it’s suited
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| to abuse you
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| Let the swing sway sideways blacked out set spring time fever free with the
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| breath stretched out
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| Stressed out from the beast that I know something sold
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| If I find out where it was I’d say I knew and so I don’t
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| Yet I’m grateful when I stop in my tracks and think about what I have
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| Instead of falling in that trap again
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| There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go
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| If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow
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| If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real
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| That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel
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| Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm
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| War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for
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| There’s a rainbow making fun of where sun’s afraid to go
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| There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go
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| If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow
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| If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real
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| That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel
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| Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm
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| War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for |