| When the day is done, the weight is on my mind
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| How should I give up, how should I survive?
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| Leaning to the side of the busy street
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| Looking down, these people never notice me
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| Am I the only one who thinks it’s hard to breathe?
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside
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| You think your fight is over
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| It’s only so much closer
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| I reach my hands to the sky
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| And fly
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| Ten thousand faces here, but who am I?
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| Am I the only one with a reason to hide?
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| Searching through a maze only to find
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| Another wall to break, another wall to climb
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| It’s when I lose myself, then I realize
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside
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| You think your fight is over
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| It’s only so much closer
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| I reach my hands to the sky
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| And fly
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind
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| I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside
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| You think your fight is over
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| It’s only so much closer
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| I reach my hands to the sky
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| And fly |