| Standing by myself on the sidewalk
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| Nothing in this world could make me talk
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| I’m nailed to this floor where there is no air
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| Alone I see myself and stare
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| Locked inside this world you gave me
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| It’s lonely here through the smoke I can’t see clear
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| And I know all the ways and I’ll try
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| And I’ve seen all the places I get eyed
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| If I bear myself in the yard
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| Would the end of the day always seem so hard
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| Wait for the world to turn around
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| Then I won’t go up or down
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| Gentle winds must sometimes sit
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| The face that looks on in my mirror
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| And I know all the ways and I can try
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| And I’ve seen all the places where I hide
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| If I bear myself out in the yard
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| Would the end of the day always be so hard
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| Standing on the edge of the wall
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| Sometimes I get too close and I fall, yeah
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| And I know all the ways and I can try
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| And I’ve seen all the places where I hide
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| If I bear myself in the yard
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| Would the end of the day always be so hard
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| Well all the nights last a thousand years
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| When you’re in a time that feels so near
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| I’ll just say you were the word I found
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| And then I won’t go up or down
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| And I know all the ways and I can try
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| And I’ve seen all the places where I hide
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| If I bear myself in the yard
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| Would the end of the day always be so hard
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| Standing on the edge of the wall
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| Sometimes I look down and I fall, yeah
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| Just standing on the edge of the wall
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| I always go to far and I fall, yeah |