| Do you recall the time that I gave up my mind to you
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| It’s not the words it’s the action I hold onto
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| What are you missing because I want to be there for you
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| This tunnel vision and its coming on bright and blue
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| It’s not a mission I don’t even know what those words mean
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| It’s not a vision when I only see what you see
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| How do we stand it so much uncertainty
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| Yes I know this but one day I may proceed
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| To be something like someone that you could see
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| To be something like someone that you could need
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| Around your house is somewhere that I could be
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| In your arms or asleep
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| Maybe it’s the truth that it’s almost over now
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| While I was sleeping you spit me right out of your mouth
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| I’ll be the beacon flying from the Bible Belt
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| Spend my days drinking and trying to remind myself
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| Of what I had back then
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| What did you have back then
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| Just some time and some friends
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| But what did you give them
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| The biggest piece of myself
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| And now I know I’ll never take that out
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| When will you come back home
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| I never left I guess
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| You found the meaning now
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| I want to see myself
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| To be something like someone that you could see
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| To be something like someone that you could need
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| Around your house is somewhere that I could be
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| In your arms fast asleep |