| When you were younger
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| Said you’d leave an open door, so you don’t wonder
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| If you could really face the storm and rolling thunder
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| 'Cause sometimes less is really more, don’t run for cover
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| Even if you’re outnumbered
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| Now you’re older
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| Summer’s fine but every winter just gets colder
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| You keep on fighting for the truth but you’re no soldier
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| That your heart keeps waging war, don’t run for cover
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| Even if you’re outnumbered
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| Daylight, walk till you can’t see
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| The straight lines, written in gasoline
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| 'Cause sometimes, it’s not what you believe
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| That keeps you on the edge of your seat
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| Always looking outward
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| But it’s somewhere underneath
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| Like how you’re holding onto something
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| Just outside your reach
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| You complicate the point
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| Just because you choose not to speak
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| When you were younger
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| Said you’d leave an open door, so you don’t wonder
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| If you could really face the storm and rolling thunder
|
| 'Cause sometimes less is really more, don’t run for cover
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| Even if you’re outnumbered
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| Now you’re older
|
| Summer’s fine but every winter just gets colder
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| You keep on fighting for the truth but you’re no soldier
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| That your heart keeps waging war, don’t run for cover
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| Even if you’re outnumbered
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| You keep tryna move on but the baggage weighs a ton
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| Rather run straight out the back door than to talk to anyone
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| And you keep telling yourself that the best is yet to come
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| (But when will it come?)
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| When you can’t catch a breath
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| And it sends shivers down your spine
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| And looking in the mirror’s
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| A face that you don’t recognize
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| Tried praying to a God
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| 'Cause it once gave you peace of mind
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| I won’t tell you that it’s easy
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| I won’t tell you that it’s kind
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| When you were younger
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| Said you’d leave an open door, so you don’t wonder
|
| If you could really face the storm and rolling thunder
|
| 'Cause sometimes less is really more, don’t run for cover
|
| Even if you’re outnumbered
|
| Now you’re older
|
| Summer’s fine but every winter just gets colder
|
| You keep on fighting for the truth but you’re no soldier
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| That your heart keeps waging war, don’t run for cover
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| Even if you’re outnumbered |