| What happens when the song I sing
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| Doesn’t make me feel a thing
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| And everything I have to bring
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| Is borrowed and rehearsed?
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| What happens when the music ends
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| I’m too tired to pretend
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| That who I am and who I’ve been
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| Could ever get along?
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| Now’s the time for letting go I surrender all, can You hear my call?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| Is this where You begin when I’m caving in?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| What happens when the motion stops?
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| Staring at a broken clock
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| When what I am and what I’m not
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| Are perfectly reversed
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| Now’s the time for letting go I surrender all, can You hear my call?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| Is this where You begin when I’m caving in?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| At the end, I’m at the end
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| I’m at the end of myself
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| At the end, I’m at the end
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| I’m at the end of myself
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| I’m at the end of myself
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| I surrender all, can You hear my call?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| Is this where You begin when I’m caving in?
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| When I’m at the end of myself
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| I’m at the end of myself
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| At the end, I’m at the end
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| I’m at the end of myself |