| there is passion in everything I do
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| even when that means falling for the shiny and new
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| and I don’t doubt it if you had been here the whole time
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| that we would still be toeing that borderless line
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| and I don’t know if you still love me‘cause I don’t know if you were really mine
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| but all the time that you were running
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| I was clearing my own mind
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| there is passion in everyone I know
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| and I choose wisely the people who will help me grow
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| and I’m no lion, you know I’m much more like a lamb
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| but I’m defiant when someone’s telling me I can’t
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| and I don’t know if you still need me‘cause I don’t know if you ever did
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| but all the time that you were bleeding
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| I was burning in my bed
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| there is passion in everything I do
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| even when that means lying to myself about you‘cause you are one way,
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| sometimes I wish you were another
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| and that is something that was so painful to discover there is passion in
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| everything I do
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| even when that means falling for the shiny and new
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| and I was present when they invented the word flaw
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| and G-d knows I’ve had my share of scarecrows in the straw
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| and I don’t know if you still love me‘cause you don’t hold me much at all
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| but if you did you’d never leave me
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| alone again to slip and fall
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| alone again to slip and fall |