| I ought to sink into places I find that I don’t know
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| Remember my old shoes
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| Some spaces were made to be outgrown
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| And if I fill up that table in my head
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| I think I’ll find all of the countless ways
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| I could make up for lost time
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| Made to be a better thing picking up the parts
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| It’s a long long ways away
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| But I used to be a little bit hard to carry on
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| I had to be out of the way
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| But I still believe in everything
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| Even in my flaws
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| They’re a problem I could take
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| But I tried to be a better thing
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| But it’s taking me a lot
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| Recovering all my strength
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| In my room there’s a storm that will calm when I’m through
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| Find my ways between lines that I drew
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| These are my thoughts in a long form
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| And I have the mindset to deconstruct you
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| Filled with the clouds in my eyes that I knew
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| I take the worst I can find and consume
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| This is the dark, but it feels warm
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| And I try my best to see right through you
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| I remember none of it
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| Taking to my thoughts
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| It’s a solid I’ll escape
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| Stable for a little bit only to belong
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| But belonging gets so fake
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| I’ll slip into another place laying on the lawn
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| Though this time feeling gray
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| I tried to live a better way
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| Tell me where I’m from
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| Settled in my daze
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| In my room there’s a storm that will calm when I’m through
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| Find my ways between lines that I drew
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| These are my thoughts in a long form
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| And I have the mindset to deconstruct you
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| Filled with the clouds in my eyes that I knew
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| I take the worst I can find and consume
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| This is the dark, but it feels warm
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| And I try my best to see right through you
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| In my room there’s a storm that will calm when I’m through
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| Find my ways between lines that I drew
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| These are my thoughts in a long form
|
| And I have the mindset to deconstruct you
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| Filled with the clouds in my eyes that I knew
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| I take the worst I can find and consume
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| This is the dark, but it feels warm
|
| And I try my best to see right through you
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| In my room there’s a storm that will calm when I’m through
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| Find my ways between lines that I drew
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| These are my thoughts in a long form
|
| And I have the mindset to deconstruct you
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| Filled with the clouds in my eyes that I knew
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| I take the worst I can find and consume
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| This is the dark, but it feels warm
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| And I try my best to see right through you |