| I don’t know what I’m doing
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| I’ve been standing still
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| Spend my life burning bridges
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| Digging holes to fill
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| I can feel you with me in the darkness
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| Reaching out a hand to pull me through
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| Sadness used to think that it owned me
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| Now sadness gotta share me with you
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| I don’t know how you do it
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| You’re the calm at sea
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| You find flowers in the ruins
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| And the good in me
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| I can feel you with me in the darkness
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| Reaching out a hand to pull me through
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| Sadness used to think that it owned me
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| Now sadness gotta share me with you
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| You gotta get low, you gotta get low to get high
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to get free for a minute
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| See clear for a minute
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to get free for a minute
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| See clear for a minute
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to let go
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| You gotta get lost to get free for a minute
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| See clear for a minute |