| What if I were to say I love you?
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| What if I believed it to be true?
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| Would it be my downfall, would it wither all my pride
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| To admit my world seems lonely without you?
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| What if I were to ignore all these voices
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| That seem to stretch my body thin?
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| I am no man’s savior
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| I need to get that through my head
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| Before my own walls come crashing in
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| I’m so tired, and I’m so wired
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| Perfection seems to brutalize these veins
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| To just give in might be to win
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| But it takes an awful lot to find the way
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| What if I were to just stop breathing
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| And let those walls come tumbling in?
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| What if I stopped placing one foot before the other
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| And failure was my only friend?
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| I’m so tired, and I’m so wired
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| Perfection seems to brutalize these veins
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| To just give in might be to win
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| But it takes an awful lot to find the way
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| Gotta find the way
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| Oh, I’ll find the way
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| What if I were to just surrender
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| And failure was my only friend?
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| What if I were to speak without allowing
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| Words to filter through my teeth or
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| Turn my skin to glass to let you in?
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| I’m so tired, and I’m so wired
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| Perfection seems to brutalize these veins
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| To just give in might be to win
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| But it takes an awful lot to find the way
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| Gotta find the way
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| So I’ll find the way |