| It feels like a lover
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| I won’t see in the morning
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| So I keep my eyes open through the night
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| I take these things for more than what they’re worth
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| Call me a hopless romantic, call me just plain pathetic
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| I am what I feel, and tonight I don’t feel that much
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| The new is in, the new is in
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| I’m feeling better all ready
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| I shed my skin, I shed my skin
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| My head is starting to steady
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| I’m sorry I won’t be reachable for days
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| I’m cutting myself off
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| Please leave me be in my misery
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| I’m making ammends with my concious
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| So, come next year I won’t be reachable for days
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| Because I’m taking time to let this story write it’s page
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| I’m now convinced that there will be no other way
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| Break apart the boy I used to be
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| And build the man that I’ve become
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| I am a saint in sinners clothing
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| Watch me save the world
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| I am a saint in sinners skin
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| Now let the healing begin
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| Let the healing begin
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| I can look myself in the eye now
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| I can feel some magic happening
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| I can breathe on my own now
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| I can feel my body sinking in
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| Sinking in, sinking in |