| I’m done asking you to be healed for me
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| I’m done asking you to heel to me
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| I’m done asking you to breathe out
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| So I can breathe in, so I can be loud
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| You can leave me here
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| Just release me dear
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| Don’t live another’s life
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| If it’s not love enough
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| Go live another life
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| Go live another life
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| The shallowest shadow, I tried to become it
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| I’m becoming of something you’re wanting for fabely
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| We forage in make believe, force a forest with made up leaves
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| When you leave, you always left your make up
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| There’s something left, that ain’t a guess
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| I invest in fate love
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| This ain’t love enough, run away and run amok
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| Shoulder not to be looked over, stoops to better truths
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| Leave me here to be shook sober, done asking you to be healed
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| You done asking me to be still, still, I won’t heel to you
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| I’ve lived other’s lives, seen scenes from their bitter views
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| I’ve kneeled in pews, paid for trues that don’t exist
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| My hesitance is Heaven-sent
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| Where’s the relevance? |
| Let’s bow out
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| Leave it in elegance, I’ve found out
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| Forced fates only cause quakes
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| I’m here pumping the breaks
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| If it’s not love enough
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| Go live another life
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| Go live another life
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| I’m beautiful, but I’m dying (If it’s not love enough)
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| Ice weeping into sea
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| Silently at first, now it’s screaming out of me (Go live another life,
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| go live another life)
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| Oh, I can bleed right here (Go live another life)
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| And leave a crimson smear on you (Go live another life)
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| Won’t live another’s life
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| I won’t live another’s life
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| I don’t even know if this life I hold’s still mine
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| There’s still time to decide if I’m worth the ride
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| Worthy of the wait
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| If heartache is your art to partake in, not decisions I’m making
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| Indecisive when intertwined with time, as fine as this
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| I decline to rewind, past tense is a miss
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| I bruise to kiss my muse is you
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| You move to prove that that’s useless
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| Soothed when swooned, stay in tune to the movements
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| Against the groove, against the grain for the sake of the exchange
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| What if I proved pain diminished the gain
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| Would you refrain from rekindling chemical flames?
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| Neither would I, just think I’m better in skies
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| It’s like I’m bitter on land, sounds like a hell of a lie
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| Go live another life, hop train stalls for better rides
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| Better odds, better offs |