| Maybe we’re the lucky ones
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| 'Cause we can choose to turn it off
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| Maybe we’re the lonely ones
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| 'Cause we decide to shield what’s soft
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| I’m sure you’ll learn to dance and drink and dream
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| But you might still feel lost
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| And I see myself in you my friend
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| But I would break where you would bend
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| I’m calling on what you defend and tonight I won’t hold back
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| Just don’t waste all your years
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| Believing in the fear
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| You’ll choke out what’s alive and make
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| What’s wrong be all that’s real
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| I can see you’re weakened at the seams
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| And trying to swim upstream but can’t find a way
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| So here we are again trying to hold back
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| The tides behind our eyes
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| Lucky ones trying to drink from both the wells we claim are dry
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| I guess I’ve found some freedom in
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| Embracing every time they pry
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| We’re both the same
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| You’re just like me
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| And when your skin finally sheds
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| You’ll find your nerves all in shreds
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| The price may be to keep your heart you’ll lose your head |