| Softspoken, if ever out loud
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| These days not much gets out
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| My mind digs graves through the past
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| But never takes time to finish the act
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| Can I shoulder the burden?
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| Can I stomach the past?
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| Watch me try to stand steady
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| Like a flame in the pouring rain
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| Watch me try to stand steady
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| Like a bird in a hurricane
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| No matter how cold it might get
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| My bed sheets are laced with regret
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| I try to fill in the lines
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| Rework the plans for a better design
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| Can I shoulder the burden?
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| Can I stomach the past?
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| Watch me try to stand steady
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| Like a flame in the pouring rain
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| Watch me try to stand steady
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| Like a bird in a hurricane
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| Here I am, bearing every burden
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| Here I am, showing every worry
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| To the world, to the world
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| Watch me try to stand steady
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| Like a flame in the pouring rain
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
|
| Watch me try to stand steady
|
| Like a bird in a hurricane
|
| Looking back on my youth
|
| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| Looking back on my youth
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| It’s good that I’ve grown
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| Watch me try |