| I call to question, the things in question
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| I think I think too much, I think I’m sure
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| That that’s a problem and that’s a reason
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| Why I always fucking shut the door
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| On everyone I have ever loved before
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| I’m willing to just shut myself down
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| And let the good things go right under my door
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| I finally found a reason I can open up to something more
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| Cause I was always taking the salt from the sea
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| To water down the soil that’s soaking deep
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| I was suffocating something inside of me
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| When it just needed to breathe
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| I would never dare call myself brave
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| I have made a choice to walk my own way
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| I would rather than choose to stumble the roads unpaved
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| Heading to an early grave
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| But if I question, all this in questions…
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| Will that just take me back to where I came from?
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| Cause I don’t want to ever feel that way again, that way again
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| Cause all that I got was a dead end heart
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| Desperately conserving, searching roads in the dark
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| For a spark to help me hit restart
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| Cause everything I do will come back to me times two
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| This is the first time that I’ve got something I don’t wanna lose
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| I feel like I have finally found the balance
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| To rebound, and the waves in the sound they surround me
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| Like a net to catch me in the act
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| In the case and event that the present presents challenges over my head |