| I don’t mean to speak so collectively
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| I know I don’t make it easy to even wanna hear it
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| What can I say, what can I say, what can I say
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| 'Cause the more I recite it
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| The more you wanna fight it
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| The more my language is sounding fabricated
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| But if there’s one thing I know
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| It’s either the growing is slow
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| Or it cuts to the bone
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| Moving too quickly
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| So I’ll keep half of my words in my mouth
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| Let the syllables fall out
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| At a steady trickling
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| I’ll be your roof caving in
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| You don’t know what you don’t know yet
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| Yeah, I go on forgetting it
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| Don’t you go on forgetting it, too
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| Don’t you go on forgetting it
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| I don’t mean to speak so intrusively
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| I know I don’t make it easy
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| To even wanna see it
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| Nothing old, nothing new
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| Well, if there’s two things I know
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| It’s that the sky looked white and the water like wine when I first met you
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| But somewhere along the line
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| Rayleigh scattered across my eye
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| And I found her blue
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| Yeah, I found her blue
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| You don’t know what you don’t know yet
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| Yeah, I go on forgetting it
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| Don’t you go on forgetting it, too
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| Don’t you go on forgetting it
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| Don’t you go on forgetting it
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| I must have found a new cone in my eye
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| What other lapis lazuli was hiding
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| Behind my color blindness
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| What did I miss, what did I miss, what did I miss |