| Fairweather friend where has wind gone
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| I’ve been waiting for the sun to come out and play some more
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| But the stars are still out and the sky remains blue
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| Well, it seems nowadays a common theme at play is tear the children down and
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| leave them with bills
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| These walls are getting tall
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| And these words keep getting longer
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| But most of the piece of me, I am feeling smaller
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| Your fear, my pride
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| Rub together and the sparks fly high
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| You can find me in the middle that is what I’m headed for
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| Will my name always be there in the back of your head?
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| Will you mark all the pages of the books that you have read?
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| Your fear, my pride
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| Rub together and the sparks fly high
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| You can find me in the middle that is what I’m headed for
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| Screams and sound the same
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| Getting harder and harder to get away
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| From the voice that’s yelling inside my brain, «you're not good enough»
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| Where does mediation go
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| When the things you thought you know
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| When you’re far away, you’re all alone
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| And who the Hell knows where?
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| Your fear, my pride
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| Rub together and the sparks fly high
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| You can find me in the middle that is what I’m headed for
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| Your fear, my pride
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| Rub together and the sparks fly high
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| You can find me in the middle that is what I’m headed for |