| Maybe I’ve lost it at last
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| Maybe my last lucid moment has passed
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| I’m dancing with death, I suppose
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| But really who knows?
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| Maybe I’m tired of the game
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| Of coming up short of the rules of the shame
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| And maybe you feel that way too
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| I see me in you
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| A girl full of anger and hope
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| A girl with a mother who just couldn’t cope
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| A girl who felt caught and thought no one could see
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| That maybe one day she’ll be free
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| Things will get better you’ll see
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| Not for me
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| Things will get better you’ll see
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| Not for me, you’ll see
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| Not for me, you’ll see
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| Not for me, you’ll see
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| Maybe we can’t be okay
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| But maybe we’re tough and we’ll try anyway
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| We’ll live with what’s real
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| Let go of what’s passed
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| And maybe I’ll see you at last
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| I don’t need a life that’s normal, that’s way too far away
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| But something next to normal would be okay
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| Yeah, something next to normal
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| That’s the thing I’d like to try
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| Close enough to normal to get by
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| We’ll get by
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| We’ll get by |