| So you’re falling from grace
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| Call it by or you try escape, hang the phone
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| Fearing to, chance of change coming back for you, sometimes
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| When in doubt, leave it out, open up your eyes
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| The choice is yours not mine
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| Up right off like a tear of the eyes
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| With a coin assured and a cut like a knife
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| I didn’t have the chance to assimilate, imitate
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| Everything just blew over me
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| So did I get it right when I gave up the fight, I couldn’t find my way
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| So you can be right out
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| And I didn’t have the means to assimilate, imitate
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| Everything just took over me
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| Walking over, broken glass
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| What goes out will come back, the storm is coming to town
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| What goes up, will come down, sometimes
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| You got it in control
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| Open up your eyes, the choice is yours not mine
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| Up right off, like a tear of the eyes
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| With a coin assured and a cut like a knife
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| I didn’t have the chance to assimilate, imitate
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| Everything just blew over me
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| So did I get it right when I gave up the fight, I couldn’t find my way
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| So you can be right out
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| And I didn’t have the means to assimilate, imitate
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| Everything just took over me |