| Without our ups and downs
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| We’re all just living dead
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| I put my pulse on paper
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| Because I want out from inside of my head
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| Don’t write yourself off
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| Say what you think and mean what you say
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| Unless you’re OK living life
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| With a pulse that’s flatlining
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| I guess we only get a chance
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| To write our stories once
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| We need to look back and say
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| That one time was plenty enough
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| Are we confusing our heart with our mind?
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| Are they on the same page or did
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| We write one off and push the other behind?
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| Take me anywhere but here
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| Away from these insecurities I fear
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| Take me anywhere but here
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| Just make sure if you are the one that will have me
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| You know just what you’re taking
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| You know you had a darkness inside
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| Floor to sky, left to write
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| It was on the record we made last time
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| And any writer writes afraid of the next line
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| To put down on paper the things
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| He’s tried to erase in his mind
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| And I am no longer afraid of mine
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| A writer that found a reason for the pain inside
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| A word is dead when it’s said, some say
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| I say it just began to live that day
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| I said it once I’ll say it again
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| Maybe you weren’t listening
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| I said it once I’ll say it again
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| To live backwards isn’t evil, it’s rewriting
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| Take me anywhere but here
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| Away from these insecurities I fear
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| Take me anywhere but here
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| Just make sure if you are the one that will have me
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| You know just what you’re taking
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| I said it once
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| I’ll say it again
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| I said it once
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| I’ll say it again
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| Are you listening?
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| Are you listening?
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| The best stories are written
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| When they’re spent rewriting |