| Ooo baby
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| We can make it happen
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| Make it through baby
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| All we need to do is begin rejuvenating
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| Keep it all in focus and pursue it faithfully
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| Do it patiently
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| Just the way the sea’s been this evening
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| I came out at eight, was leaning on the railing
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| I kept hearing the waves crashing beneath me
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| Back and forth, just rephrase what they were saying
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| Over and over, and doing that repeatedly
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| Crash, go back, just a constant thing
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| Every time they’d go back out to sea
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| It’s like they’d draw a little bit more out of me
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| A lot of images, feelings — just a limitless release
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| And I began to reminisce freely
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| It was a cinema featuring me and a cast of emotions
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| That demanded my attention immediately
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| Now, I had previously put them on hold
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| On the back burner since earlier
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| I didn’t want to deal with it
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| At that time, I felt like other things were pertinent
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| Now I see it’s permanent unless I get real with it
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| And it ain’t that I don’t love to tussle
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| Especially mentally, cause I generally do win
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| Might not win at first, but definitely eventually
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| Cause I ain’t never not been a shoe-in since birth
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| But now, this is special though. |
| See, it’s beyond my threshold
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| I’m accustomed to just a conventional struggle with two opponents
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| Only here, the tussle’s between you and the truth
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| So ultimately I’m gonna lose
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| Actually I gain though. |
| I gotta be honest with myself
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| Or else I’ll impede my personal progress
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| I think it’s better to be depressed for a minute, admit it
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| And get re-oriented instead of being a bitter cynic, isn’t it?
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| Getting older, and everybody around me acts all sober
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| And they’re looking poker-faced
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| I started losing hair at the corners, matter-of-fact
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| I looked up top — that whole border’s just jacked
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| Nobody’s gonna chauffeur me anymore
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| Whatever this is… we all go through it I guess
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| It’s just awkward — I’m not a hundred percent comfortable with
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| The rate that everything’s developing at
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| It’s just a little overwhelming at times
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| I’m dealing with hella shit to process, it’s new data daily
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| There’s really no preparing for this thing
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| Or, maybe it’s mainly just me acting strangely
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| It’s just me facing the challenge, I doubt it though
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| Cause I met thousands of people, seen something similar in their faces
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| It’s like the outlook is changing
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| I think it’s called 'being a man in the making'
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| It’s burnt, I like Pralines now
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| Long walks solo where I can sort my thoughts out
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| Just what I’ve been taught to date
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| Doesn’t gel well, the way that I’ve been feeling these days
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| That’s coming from a ton of angles, you know, hella places
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| I’m really not trying to make a political statement
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| But just in terms of like internally inside
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| I’m at an interval in my life where it’s a turbulent time
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| And I could pretend that it’s all good
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| That I shouldn’t put so much on it
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| Let it sit and just settle itself, stop acting all sappy and sentimental
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| Besides, everything’s perfectly fine
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| But here I am on this balcony with my thoughts just traveling randomly
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| On some tangent, and in the back of my mind
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| I keep hearing this lady with a voice that’s beautiful
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| She keeps saying |