| I’m going back
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| Of course I am
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| As if I ever had a choice
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| Back to what I always knew I was
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| On the inside
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| Back to what I really am
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| Look at this pathetic place I made
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| With little bits of sticks and hair
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| And anything I found along the way
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| And tell yourself, you know?
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| You’re not really what you know you are
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| You know?
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| Of course you do
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| I think I may have even listened to you
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| I think I may have even listened to you
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| At the height of my demise
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| Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe…
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| Break through the surface and breathe
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| I am forgiven
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| I am free
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| I am a field on fire
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| And oh my God, I have missed you
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| It has been so long
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| And I am stronger than I have ever been in my decline
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| I am stronger than I have ever been in my decline
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| For now I know, now I know, now I know for certain
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| Now I know for certain
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| Oh, burn motherfucker
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| Carry the carcass and throw it on
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| Pull up a chair and watch
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| The flies come roaring out
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| And will surround the entire world
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| And blacken out the sky and every last one of you
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| Like a plague of locusts
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| Like an exit
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| Like an end
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| Like an end
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| Like an end
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| Like the end
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| Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe…
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| Break through the surface and breathe
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| I am forgiven
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| I am free
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| I am a field on fire
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| I can’t tell if I am dreaming anymore |