| One, two
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| One, two
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| Born under the thunder
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| Thrown onto the waves
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| Told to rise above the clouds
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| To find my brighter days
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| I don’t remember when it happened
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| But I remember how it felt
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| Something slipped away
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| And I became somebody else
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| In the summer stars, I see
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| Someone I used to be
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| Just a kid again
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| With the sky in my hands
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| Flying free
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| I gave up on El Dorado
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| So I started painting stones
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| Lived under a life so big
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| I shrunk into my clothes
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| Talking to my shadow
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| Mumbling in the night
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| Covered up the windows
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| 'Cause the light would hurt my eyes
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| And in notebook twenty-three
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| There’s a boy I used to be
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| Stuck in his head
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| Picking bugs from his bed
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| And dying to be free
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| I ejected from the jungle
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| Hallelujah, peace at last
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| But once I got out of the woods
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| I thought I never would look back
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| And I hate that it still lingers
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| And I hate that it’s this hard
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| Longing for the very things
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| That scare you in the dark
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| In the creaking door, I hear
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| Those shadows reappear
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| They try to pull me in
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| But now I’m tied to the wind
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| And I’m blowing out of here
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| I don’t wanna be a preacher
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| I don’t wanna be a saint
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| I just came here with the word
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| That you can learn from all the pain
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| Whatever may be Heaven
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| However you believe
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| Something circled in and pulled me out
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| And I got clean |