| I’ve been searching, not the first or the last
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| Trying to figure out the mystery of the half empty glass
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| Time is turning for the rest of the world
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| While a temporary leap of faith helps the story unfurl
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| They say that hearts don’t stay broken
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| Even though the scars remain
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| And eyes don’t stay swollen
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| Even if it feels that way
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| But it’s not that serious
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| I’m a big boy now
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| And I’m not delirious
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| So don’t show me how
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| Cause I’ve gotten beyond the agony
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| And my perspective is saving me
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| Never doubted what the cards would reveal
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| And if the joker showed his ugly face
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| Not that big of a deal
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| It’s just a moment in the scheme of it all
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| But it’s difficult to visualize when the axe starts to fall
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| But then a heart won’t stay broken
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| Even on its darkest day
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| The right door could open
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| Pick you up and drift away
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| Repeat Chorus
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| With all the confusion
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| How does anybody come through
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| But life is illusion
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| And no one can tell you what you’ve gotta do
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| You know a heart won’t stay broken
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| Even on its darkest day
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| The right door could open
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| Pick you up and drift away
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| Repeat Chorus |