| You’ve got me worried now
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| It makes me feel somehow
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| As if the world is gonna break
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| Oh, c’mon, short of breath
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| It’s like I’m scared to death
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| That I might make a bold mistake
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| I’d grown accustomed to the comfort
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| Nothing heavy on my plate
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| I’ve come to see myself as free at last
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| But now I just don’t feel that great
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| I can’t love you like I want to
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| When it depends on what I don’t do
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| And every chance to see the real you
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| Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay?
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| It throws me off my game
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| And nothing feels the same
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| I get so dizzy I can’t think
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| I dig down deep in down
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| Until there’s no way out
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| I’m just so busy on the break
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| I’d like to think I make a difference
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| As if indeed I ever could
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| It was always up to you, girl
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| And this I never understood
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| I can’t love you like I want to
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| If it comes down to what I don’t do
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| And every chance to see the real you
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| Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay?
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| I can’t love you with my hands tied
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| Walking barefoot down the landslide
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| If I can’t be there when you need me
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| Do you read me when you say is a truth decay? |