| I listen back to the confines I set within myself
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| The words fell on deaf ears in their own little hell
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| I heard the loft’s reverb, all around your voice
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| The kind of space that holds the room and leaves me little choice
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| We’ll say what we want
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| We’ll say what we want
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced we’ll see the other side
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| We’re willingly lost
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| We’re willingly lost
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced that we might see a sign for what
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| it is
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| We’ll chalk it up to blind luck, metaphors, or doubt
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| After years of searching, it’s almost working out
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| If you don’t like the format you set the music to
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| You can change the rhythm you choose to feel it through
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| We’ll say what we want
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| We’ll say what we want
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced we’ll see the other side
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| We’re willingly lost
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| We’re willingly lost
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced that we might see a sign for what
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| it is
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| I might be playing too close to that flame
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| I’ll tip the scales to push the water away
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| In between two different worlds far apart
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| We’ll swing safely through the dark and carry on
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| We’ll say what we want
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| (We'll say what we want)
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| We’ll say what we want
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| (We'll say what we want)
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced we’ll see the other side
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| We’re willingly lost
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| (We're willingly lost)
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| We’re willingly lost
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| (We're willingly lost)
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| I’m learning to take a hint, stay convinced that we might see a sign |