| I bend and I saw in ways I never would’ve thought possible
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| before today and I don’t think that makes me weak
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| I think that makes me alright ‘cause I’m leaning in and you’re obviously the
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| light
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| whoever told me it was all good
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| that you to be lonely to live out all your dreams
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| whoever showed me the bill o' goods
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| that you had to be lonesome to suffer for your art
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| should be gently scarred, should be torn apart
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| with an arrow, straight through the heart
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| with an arrow, the prettiest dart
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| with an arrow, straight through the sky
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| chasing the moonlight like it was goodbye
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| with an arrow straight through the earth
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| breaking an angel’s fall, breaking this curse
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| with an arrow… a beautiful burst
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| it took me ten long years to become this tangled up
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| learning to make love to this city that I adore and
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| looking back now and knowing you were right here all along
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| makes me feel pity for my past
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| whoever told me it was all good
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| that you to be lonely to live out all your dreams
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| whoever showed me the bill ‘o goods
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| that you had to be lonesome to suffer for your art
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| should be gently scarred, should be torn apart
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| I’m over the moon
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| dark chocolate and out of tune
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| with the reasons I ever lived so swiftly
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| the years rushing past
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| likes waves of broken glass
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| downing me when I should’ve just been drifting
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| just been drifting |