| It’s a beautiful way to get lost
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| All you need is a bottle and a few nagging thoughts
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| And a strong sense of all you ever wanted
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| And the strength to hold it to your chest as you kill it off
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| Oh, the road it will light up and guide you home
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| To a place as unfamiliar to you as a soul
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| There is nothing left now not to understand
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| And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
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| She was all that your heart did demand
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| And you fueled its ambition as you followed every plan
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| And you took leave of any common sense
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| Hoping that this doubt inside of you would soon be laid to rest
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| And as your heart forever settles in her hands
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| Where you feel a resignation that you never could have planned
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| There is nothing left now not to understand
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| And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
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| When you lay down
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| When you let go
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| Was it all that you came to expect?
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| Was it all that you’ve ever known?
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| Well these are just three ways to drown
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| So come on tie the weight onto your feet and let it drag you down
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| To the bottom of the warm and calming sea
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| All wrapped up in your cowardice is such a way to be
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| And the storm that’s overhead will carry on
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| As you tie yourself you don’t recall asking to be born
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| There is nothing left now not to understand
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| And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
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| You were lost on such a small stretch of land |