| If I find my way out of the clearing in the wood
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| I can feel the air pushing and pointing out
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| And it’s not fair that I can’t ride along
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| Unless I’m led
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| Was I born this way?
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| 'Cause I’ve never been a follower
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| Now I’m slipping in your blind faith
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| And I’m sleeping in the wrong bed
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| Waiting on another mess
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| Waiting on another mess
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| Unless I’m led
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| Unless I’m led
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| Whoa you’ll come around
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| It all will turn around
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| You learn to live without me
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| You learn to live without me
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| What I want one day from the wearing down of fallout
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| You’ll be hovering inside my head
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| This is something I deserve to say
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| You were following my other mess
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| Now I’m never in another mess
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| Unless I’m led
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| (Oh little girl pick up the pieces)
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| You learn to live without me |