| I tried to get high, but you wanted me low
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| Good things are happening, but happening slow
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| It’s some kind of mystery from long ago
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| I finally know who I’m supposed to be
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| My mind was locked but I found the key
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| Hope it don’t all slip away from me
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| Hard times, fine lines
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| Moments pass by and I cry
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| Rewind, step behind
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| It’s hard to find the flipside
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| I can’t stand when you tell me to get back
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| If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?
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| You saw your reflection all over the news
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| Your temperature’s well past a hundred and two
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| Put the guns away, or we’ll all gonna lose
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| Stand by, or take flight
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| Eat or throw your piece pie
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| Walk on, or be mine
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| Moments fly by and I cry
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| I can’t stand when you tell me to get back
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| If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?
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| I can’t stand when you tell me to get back
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| If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be? |