| People say it’s nice to meet me,
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| I often wonder why.
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| I’ve studied my reflections,
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| I’ve looked me in the eye.
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| But I still can’t draw conclusions,
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| I’m still talking out of turn,
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| now I ask too many questions
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| about the lessons I won’t learn.
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| Turns out all my mistakes were forgivable,
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| and the time I’ve spent lost was the sign.
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| That all the ink is invisible
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| if you give it, give it enough time.
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| Now I think my eyes are open
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| I take a deeper dive.
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| When I feel the blues surround me
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| that’s when I come alive.
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| When it starts to feel too lonely
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| when it’s out of my control,
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| when the world goes oh without me
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| will I feel it take its toll?
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| Turns out all my mistakes were forgivable
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| and the time I spent lost
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| was a sign…
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| That all the ink is invisible
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| if you give it, give it enough time |