| When I still had my faith in hand
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| Kept it in my back pocket
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| With the change I had to spare
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| Swim through the skies when it’s night
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| Let the stars be my sea breeze
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| I love when the record echoes
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| Reminds me of the trees
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| But I shouldn’t have to say this to you
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| No, You know how to live life
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| This compilation of sayings and tunes
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| Means everything to me now
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| I cut me open
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| But you did all the pouring out
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| I’ve discovered more and more
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| Of this world that I’ve been calling mine
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| I don’t care what it takes
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| Blood, sweat or all my time because
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| I shouldn’t have to say this to you
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| No you, know how to live life
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| And I shouldn’t have to sing all these tunes
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| No, you make me feel alive
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| I’m not one to point fingers
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| But you got me in a bind
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| Ripping through all our nights
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| All choruses aside
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| Swim through the skies when it’s night
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| Let the stars be my sea breeze
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| I love when the record echoes |