| I’ve got this feeling that there’s not a good reason that I’ve held my breath
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| Try not to think about the consequence
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| That there’s no ceiling, that there’s nothing to keep it from caving in
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| I used to think I knew it all
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| But people change and I’m no different
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| What can I do but just roll with it?
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| What’s it called all that I’m seeing?
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| Already been around the campfire singing
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| I’m on the mend, it’s sinking in
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| I’m on the edge of something new
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| And I’m just trying to figure what it is
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| I’m soaking wet, I’m born again
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| I’ve done it all, but not for you
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| Still trying to learn to lean on nothing
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| Ya there’s no conquest
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| Oh what’s to do now that the jig is up?
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| I’m calling in some backup for it
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| Brace for the season, cause this summer I already spent all my luck
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| And now I think I’m gonna pay for it
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| Next thing I know I’m not ready
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| Trying hard to keep it steady
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| The weight of something is on my back
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| Ya nothing’s new but I can’t keep track
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| I’m on the mend, it’s sinking in
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| I’m on the edge of something new
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| And I’m just trying to figure what it is |
| I’m soaking wet, I’m born again
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| I’ve done it all, but not for you
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| Still trying to learn to lean on nothing
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| And when I’m feeling heavy and it’s all gone to hell
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| I think what’s the point of living?
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| I’m not sure, but I think it helps
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| Ya I’ve learned nothing’s sacred if you don’t take it serious
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| Ya whether god’s a man or a woman, ya what’s there to discuss?
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| I’m on the mend, it’s sinking in
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| I’m on the edge of something new
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| And I’m just trying to figure what it is
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| I’m soaking wet, I’m born again
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| I’ve done it all, but not for you
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| Still trying to learn to lean on nothing
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| I’m soaking wet, I’m born again
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| I’ve done it all, but not for you
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| Still trying to learn to lean on nothing |