| It started again
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| All my money’s spent
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| And I don’t know what’s next
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| All of my heart’s wrapped up
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| In the hurricane
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| That’s raging in my head
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| But every day
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| I’ll be pushing back
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| And trying to clear a path
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| Forcing my hand
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| Against all the little things that
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| I turn into mountains in front of me
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| When you say that you’re leaving
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| You’ll find me believing
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| Every word you say
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| (We're not better yet, we’re not better)
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| Now I’ve come to find out
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| The words came from my mouth
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| Now I’m in disbelief
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| There’s a long road in front of me
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| I’ve been finding a way out
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| Through the corners of your bedroom mirror
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| Shattered to pieces
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| I’ll take the bad luck now
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| And I’ll settle for seven years
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| «Every word»
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| When you say that you’re leaving
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| You’ll find me believing
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| Every word you say
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| (We're not better yet, we’re not better)
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| Now I’ve come to find out
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| The words came from my mouth
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| Now I’m in disbelief
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| There’s a long road in front of me
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| Drown me in bed sheets and make believe
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| I don’t need your pity or sympathy
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| I just need the truth to set me free
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| When you say that you’re leaving
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| You’ll find me believing
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| Every word you say
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| (We're not better yet, we’re not better)
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| Now I’ve come to find out
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| The words came from my mouth
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| Now I’m in disbelief
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| There’s a long road in front of me |