| If I fall or trip back into love
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| I’m gonna bring a ladder and gloves
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| So I can climb right back out
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| If there is ever even a shred of doubt
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| I’m gonna bring a flashlight too and
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| Leave a trail and stick to the plan
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| You can get real lost down there if you’re not sure
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| Of the foreign territory
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| There are times when the path gets blurry
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| And the wrong turn feels right
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| But who would want me anyway?
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| I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache
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| I have nothing left to give
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| I don’t think I ever did
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| There are times when I wish that someone
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| Would help me find the person I was or give me
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| A detailed map of the streets
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| Spelling out the traffic pattern in beeps
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| I am finding safety in lines
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| They are painted so they can guide
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| Empty tanks and broken wheels take me home
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| Right now I find myself dangling
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| On the edge trying not to fall in
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| Back to where I came from
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| But who would want me anyway?
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| I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache
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| I have nothing left to give
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| I don’t think I ever did
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| Because I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me
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| I should have had a plan cause now these ropes won’t come free
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| I do not have faith
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| If I did then I would feel safe
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| I would wait here for fate but it’s conveniently late
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| The bottom is a place that I know too well
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| So who would want me anyway?
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| I’m a lush with broken parts and I’ll never change.
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| And I have nothing left to give
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| I don’t think I ever did
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| I wish that I could find the person that I was,
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| I always thought that I’d be happy if I was loved,
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| But I have nothing left to give.
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| I don’t think I ever did. |