| All I got is questions, tethered to a string
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| All I got is questions flailing in the wind
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| It’s like I’ve been on the outside staring in
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| But I’ve been thrown into the ring now
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| And all I’ve got is questions
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| About what’s going on
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| Is this what it’s like to come undone?
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| Cause nothing feels certain
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| Nothing feels safe
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| Now that I’ve woken and I’m face to face
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| With all that I ran from, all that I thought I’d escaped
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| Tell me the answer
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| Tell me the truth
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| When I looked into the future
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| And I saw a beautiful view
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| Did I hallucinate?
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| Cause all I got is questions no one seems to hear
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| All I got it questions swallowed out of fear
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| It’s like I’ve been on the outside now I’m here
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| But it’s more grey than it is clear
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| And all I got is questions, picking up their pace
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| Is this what it’s like to slowly break?
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| Cause nothing feels certain
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| Nothing feels safe
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| Now that I’ve woken and I’m face to face
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| With all that I ran from, all that I thought I’d escaped
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| Tell me the answer
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| Tell me the truth
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| When I looked into the future
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| And I saw a beautiful view
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| Did I hallucinate?
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| Did I hallucinate?
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| Did I hallucinate?
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| Did I? |
| Did I? |
| Did I? |