| All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true
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| Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
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| It s not just a fancy thought
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| I swear it s the moment of truth
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| It s not some final sealed for sent
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| Sent from far out of the blue
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| Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
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| The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
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| We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
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| We re all recycled, but together without use
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| All of my thoughts are yours to keep
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| It s all for free
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| Good or bad, simple and true
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| Not trying to get out of this cheaply
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| Filled up with hope,
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| Or a false sense of security
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| But that I m getting to, oh
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| Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
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| The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs
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| We re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
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| We re all recycled, but together without use
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| All of my own is here for you, I swear it s true |