| What happens when the running stops?
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| Have I found the place where I don’t have to grow up?
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| If this cures the cards that I’m dealt
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| Then I live with the fear that my dreams won’t be dropped
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| I’m stuck in miles to stay sedated
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| And resist the thoughts that leave my head deflated
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| We run until our bones cave in
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| Crawl away from feeling anything
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| And there’s no room to fail or self-destruct
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| Or sweep ideas under the rug
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| And I won’t bear the guilt of giving up
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| Or be the one who’s not enough
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| I’m married to the life we lead
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| Tied the knot until we rest in peace
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| I’ve given up on any thoughts of love
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| This feelings shiver down on a one way stream
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| Oh, emotionally I shut myself down
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| Love wasn’t enough to stop me travelling around
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| I empathize with those who try to stay
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| Prevent themselves from getting pushed away
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| And there’s no room to fail or self-destruct
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| Or sweep ideas under the rug
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| And I won’t bear the guilt of giving up
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| Or be the one who’s not enough
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| And there’s no room to fail or self-destruct
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| Or sweep ideas under the rug
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| And I won’t bear the guilt of giving up
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| Or be the one who’s not enough
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| Don’t let me fuck it up
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| Don’t let me fuck it up |