| You see you’re walking on my path,
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| I have to slow down i’m too fast.
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| You’ve got to get out of my way,
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| you know you cannot make me stay.
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| When i take you to the ground in the dirt dirt you will find the part of you
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| that wasn’t mine,
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| the part of you that was unkind.
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| But you never want to see the part of me that isn’t real and you wrestle what
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| that feeling and you tumble to the ground.
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| Do you ever want to know that part of you that cannot go and you wrestle with
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| that feeling and you tumble to the ground.
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| You see you’re living in the past,
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| you’re not the first one not the last,
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| you gotta get out of your head,
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| you know you can’t stay in this bed.
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| When we wrestle to the ground,
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| in the dirt dirt you will find,
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| the part of me that wasn’t yours,
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| the part of me that was at war.
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| But you never want to see the part of me that isn’t real and you wrestle what
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| that feeling and you tumble to the ground.
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| Do you ever want to know that part of you that cannot go and you wrestle with
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| that feeling and you tumble to the ground. |