| I feel the beating drum
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| I see a frozen sun
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| I hear a distant hum
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| When I wake up
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| And I start to think
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| Overdramatically
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| And then I stand on my feet
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| Just wanna give up
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| So tell me what it’s like to
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| Be everything you want to
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| Without having to filter through
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| Anything
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| Despite the fact
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| There’s still more I lack
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| I cut myself some slack
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| End up bleeding
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| And then I open the blinds
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| Climb up the mountainside
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| I stand over the sky
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| End up kneeling
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| So tell me what it’s like to
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| Be everything you want to
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| Without having to filter through
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| Anything
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| 'Cause all I need to know now
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| Is how to grow up from the ground
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| Like a flower to the sun, I’m found
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| Easily
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| Like a mission bell
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| Down in a wishing well
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| Or an angel who fell
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| I look up
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| And in the sky I see
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| Some kind of jubilee
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| Rained down a remedy
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| That I soak up
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| So tell me what it’s like to
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| Be everything you want to
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| Without having to filter through
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| Anything
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| 'Cause all I need to know now
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| Is how to grow up from the ground
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| Like a flower to the sun, I’m found
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| Easily
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| I’ve looked under the stone
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| Looked in my neighbor’s home
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| Walked through the hills alone
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| Trying to find it
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| Maybe it’s drawing near
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| Maybe it’s always been here
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| It’s just so invisibly clear
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| You gotta wanna see it |