| I finally got my feet wet, can I commit to this rising sea or am I coming home?
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| I feel like I got a freight train hit down on me, but I’m somehow holding on.
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| I lay awake at night and dream of things, but they can’t see.
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| Well I try to reconcile all the plans they’ve made for me.
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| And they tell me, realize my freedom while I’m on my own.
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| But there’s nothing free about being alone.
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| I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold.
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| I’ve tried medication, to fill the void in my soul.
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| I’ve tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home,
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| But there’s nothing free about being alone.
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| Most folks can change their philosophy to get a leg up in the game.
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| Me, I’m just stuck here with what I believe, and it ain’t got no fancy name.
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| I don’t trust myself with life’s beautiful things.
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| My stone hands and heart can break whatever it builds.
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| Well I try to reconcile all the plans they’ve made for me.
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| And they tell me, realize my freedom while I’m on my own.
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| But there’s nothing free about being alone.
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| I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold.
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| I’ve tried medication, to fill the void in my soul.
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| I’ve tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home,
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| But there’s nothing free about being alone.
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| I have tried temptation, someone to have and to hold.
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| I’ve tried medication, to fill the void in my soul.
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| I’ve tried contemplation, I thought I could think myself home,
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| But there’s nothing free about being alone. |