| I woke up this morning from the side of your bed
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| And while you were sleeping took a look in your head
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| I opened your mouth and I pried wide your eyes
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| I was looking for something and I got my surprise and I said
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| What died in here?
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| What’s left you unable to feel?
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| Who’s left you like this?
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| No, it isn’t clear… how you’ve been unable to get past your fear.
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| It stuck there so tightly to the side of your brain
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| And with all of my scraping I made little gain
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| On getting it out of your sweet little skull
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| I tried and I tried but my knives were too dull
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| What died in here?
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| What’s left you unable to heal?
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| Who’s left you like this?
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| No, it isn’t clear… how you’ve been unable to get past your fear.
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| Now I’ve been known to try to go too deep
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| Mornings like this when I just can’t get back to sleep…
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| We’re free
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| Like it was meant to be
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| Sailing ships inside of me
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| I’m drawing out --expanding soul
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| Time to settle down --release control
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| Now we’ve found our own time --our own reality
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| Every step and every breath another way is made
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| We’ve found a choice, a stronger voice
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| I’ll save my whispering for the theatre.
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| What died in here?
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| What’s left you unable to feel?
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| Who’s left you like this?
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| No, it isn’t clear… how you’ve been unable to get past your fear. |