| Been shut down one too many times
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| I’m embedded in the ground
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| These critics don’t know how to lie
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| I just wish I could mute all their mouths
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| And I know, we all get low
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| But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| I really don’t
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| The peaks and troughs they hit us all
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| We all live in the waves we’ve created
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| Wouldn’t know we’re flying without the falls
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| But I’m underground screaming for something
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| And I know, we all get low
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| But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| (I really don’t)
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| Too deep to see the waterline
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| Too young to know that I’ll be fine
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| The fragile always fall apart
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| You make my ache your art
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| Too deep to see the waterline
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| Too young to know that I’ll be fine
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| The fragile always fall apart
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| You make my ache your art
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| And I know, we all get low
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| But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one
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| I really don’t
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| I really don’t |