| I’ll be the first to admit there’s something missing in my life.
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| The winter’s long but I’m holding on and I’ll be just fine.
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| Eight AM, once again.
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| These hallways will always be my beginning and end.
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| It started with me.
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| With no direction, inspired rejection,
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| I’m finally free.
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| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all
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| It started with me.
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| Finally my time to get away from it all.
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| Just me and a slice on a bench outside Paul’s.
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| I never thought that you would notice me.
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| Two more years 'til I’m gone. |
| It’ll sink in.
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| It started with me.
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| With no direction, inspired rejection,
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| I’m finally free.
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| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all
|
| It started with me.
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| With no direction, inspired rejection,
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| I’m finally free.
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| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all
|
| It started with me.
|
| With no direction, inspired rejection,
|
| It started with me.
|
| With no direction, inspired rejection,
|
| I’m finally free.
|
| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all
|
| It started with me.
|
| With no direction, inspired rejection,
|
| I’m finally free.
|
| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all
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| It started with me.
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| I’ll be the first to admit
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| There’s something missing
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| I’ll be the first to admit
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| I’ll stay forever, for the better, after all |