| And came back from a night in
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| To find myself and the world that I hide from
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| By pedal, by birthright
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| But I just walk to cast this long shadow
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| And I’m taking it backwards to face my collapse first
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| Blocking out that sunshine
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| There’s no need to keep on repeating things
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| Tell me again the importance of sleeping well
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| I chew the scenery
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| And I sight read, watch me
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| Thespian, so crisp he says he doesn’t need
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| Any part of that sunshine
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| Well, I want salvation
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| Just without any of that God shit
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| I’ll mingle in my stairwell
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| Well, it’s what keeps me up at night, gonna be alright
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| I figured out that the gist to pageantry
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| Is living life like I’m a figurine
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| Just how each time I’m touched
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| I’ll end up where I’m pushed and
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| Always coming down from a high
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| Hiding out from that sunshine
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| Well, I want salvation
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| Just without any of that God shit
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| I’ll mingle in my stairwell
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| Well, it’s what keeps me up at night, gonna be alright
|
| Well, I want salvation
|
| Just without any of that God shit
|
| I’ll mingle in my stairwell
|
| Well, it’s what keeps me up at night, gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| It’s gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright
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| Gonna be alright |