| That you once said, like I better stop my breathing before I stop believing
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| I’ve been tearing out my throat with dangerous words
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| Selling hooks with all this screaming
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| You’d think I’d start to get it, but I don’t…
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| They’re God damn right. |
| You’ve still got your voice, so don’t just let this die
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| This is for you, this is for me this is for everything that ever made me see
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| And I’m planning my escape right now
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| This is to truth, this is belief, this is for everything that ever made me sing,
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| and I’m planning my escape right now
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| I’ll write you letter after letter when I’m gone, to tell you that I made it,
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| or that I cannot take this
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| Call this summer just a night that went too long, but everything went perfect;
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| I promised you I’d live this. |
| So I’ll go…
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| They’re God damn right. |
| You’ve still got your voice, so don’t just let this die
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| This is for you, this is for me this is for everything that ever made me see
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| And I’m planning my escape right now
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| This is to truth, this is belief, this is for everything that ever made me sing,
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| and I’m planning my escape right now
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| But what if I was wrong?
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| What if I should stay?
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| Would you let me hold my breath, tell me there’s nothing more to say?
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| Or would you change? |
| Become disgraced? |
| Say, «Boy, there’s nothing I hate more
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| than seeing talent go to waste»?
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| I’ll take my time with everything
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| I’ll take my time, and you can show me where to go
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| I can’t save this, but I really want to make you move, because I wrote too many
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| songs about this and just giving up, and holding onto what I thought when you
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| helped me to find my voice again |