| Oh, I think I’ve found a way to keep myself whole
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| I write my fears on green notes
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| I swallow my doubts away and watch them grow old
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| Is that why the past years seemed slow?
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| Take me my heart and my soul
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| Pick me apart and look inside, inside
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| Fill me with dreams I can’t hold
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| Keep me afloat in this cold world, cold world
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| Tell me it won’t hurt
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| The old me, won’t work
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| Oh I think I’ve found a way to keep my hands full
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| I spend long nights, oh I question my self-control
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| Take me my heart and my soul
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| Pick me apart and look inside, inside
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| Fill me with dreams I can’t hold
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| Keep me afloat in this cold world, cold world
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| Tell me it won’t hurt
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| The old me, won’t work
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| Now all of the debts that I owe
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| Oh they keep me useful, my head held tall
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| Now I can’t accept what I lost
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| You can make me balanced, but you can’t make me whole
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| So
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| Tell me it won’t hurt
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| The old me, won’t work
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| Now I, I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger
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| I’m your passenger |