| I got a big heart, I got a big mouth
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| I dug a big hole and now I'm tryna get out
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| Without hurting you, without hurting you
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| I squeeze on hand as you picked up the pace
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| You were hard on the gas and I was hard on the break
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| I'm no good for you yeah but we don't speak the truth
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| 'Cause if we don't try nothing ever changes
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| If we don't try no one ever saves us
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| If we don't try we're the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages, we're lions in our cages
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| If we don't try the clocks stand still
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| If we don't try it's a bitter pill
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| If we don't try we're the weakest of the bravest
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| It's the number on the pages, we're lions in our cages
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| Run for your life
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| If you're low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
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| To the high, high, high on the beautiful light
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| You wish you have died
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| You'll be the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages
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| All locked up, just the lions in their cages
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| I've got my rally out and race you to the town's end
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| I have my eye on you but lost you in the last bend
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| I know you're faster, I heard your laughter
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| You're only happy when it's happy ever after
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| I saw them chasing, saw them hunting you down
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| You stand like a victim, like a ghost in the crowd
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| Your love living dangerous, being famous
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| Take a look at the crowd, it's that love on their face
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| If we don't try nothing ever changes
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| If we don't try no one ever saves us
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| If we don't try we're the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages, we're lions in our cages
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| If we don't try the clocks stand still
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| If we don't try it's a bitter pill
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| If we don't try we're the weakest of the bravest
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| It's the number on the pages, we're lions in our cages
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| Run for your life
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| If you're low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
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| To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
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| You wish you had died
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| You'll be the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages
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| All locked up, just the lions in their cages
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| No life grows in the garden
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| Where a young soul is starving
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| Where the rain is hold and the wind blows
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| And hell is home tonight
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| But then you're swimming in the [?]
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| And your skin gets used to the cold
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| If you heart can learn to let go
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| Yeah you're never gonna find love, hey
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| Run for your life
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| If you're low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
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| To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
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| You wish you had died
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| You'll be the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages
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| All locked up, just the lions in their cages
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| Run for your life
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| If you're low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
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| To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
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| You wish you had died
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| You'll be the weakest of the bravest
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| The numbers on the pages
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| All locked up, just the lions in their cages |