| I’m standing still in a daze
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| I’m hypnotized, going numb
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| Every time I try to spell it out
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| And say it right, it’s always wrong
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| I feel I slipped past this empty page
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| I’m sorting through these jumbled words
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| I’m searching for something more
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| A paragraph, a perfect phrase
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| The missing piece, I’ve gotta find before
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| My story’s over before it starts
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| Just waiting till I reach, the end
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| It’s on the page just when I think
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| My favorite time is over
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| You found the words I couldn’t sing
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| They show there’s more to discover
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| Without you the words are lifeless
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| Scattered thoughts that feel so mindless
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| Without you my story is just
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| Pen and ink on a page
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| Just scribbles
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| Just scribbles
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| Suddenly the story line
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| I couldn’t see, it’s coming clear
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| The blurry lines, they come alive
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| They’re taking shape, beginning to appear
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| One chapter closes, the next begins
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| And when I’ve reached the end
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| It’s on the page just when I think
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| My favorite time is over
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| You found the words I couldn’t sing
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| They show there’s more to discover
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| Without you the words are lifeless
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| Scattered thoughts that feel so mindless
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| Without you my story is just
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| Pen and ink on a page
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| Just scribbles
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| Just scribbles
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| One chapter closes, the next begins
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| And when I’ve reached the end
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| It’s on the page just when I think
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| My favorite time is over
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| You found the words I couldn’t sing
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| They show there’s more to discover
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| Without you the words are lifeless
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| Scattered thoughts that feel so mindless
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| Without you my story is just
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| Pen and ink on a page
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| Just scribbles |