| Those seven months I spent rolling around on the floor
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| Just like a crippled bird I had my back through the door
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| Still I turned my nose up at the water and bread
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| Despite my greater love I was pretected and fed
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| But I am here, I am here in the center of myself
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| And do you still think about me?
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| Yes I am here, waging battle with this version of myself
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| I right my wrongs and think how things used to be, yes I do
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| Some kind of violent spring I have to cover my eyes
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| Water chokes the lense spitting up on the sky
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| Rain down in paragraph form
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| Too late and I don’t know why
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| I put my legacy first
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| Oh what a reason to die
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| All the hours past, the body pressed to the wall
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| Hear you breath in, breath out sometimes nothing at all
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| Can you still hear me now
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| Oh there’s no labor too small
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| Labor run through you, it’s just response to a call
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| But I am here, I am here in the center of myself
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| And do you still think about me?
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| Yes I am here waging battle with this version of myself
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| I right my wrongs and think how things used to be, yes I do
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| A celebration coming up
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| I see the rising of dawn
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| Oh, the sun in the scratch of the mirror it starts to blind me
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| Coming up fast when did it start to go wrong?
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| I keep a picture of you on the mantle to remind me
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| of a time when life used to be so easy, so easy, and so small
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| I want to dance something caustic and real
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| Oh these days we trade the earth for the things that we feel
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| Healing hands never choosing to heal
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| All this time
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| The laws smashed I know you like breaking laws
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| Something you felt, something you’ve seen
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| We are embodied inbetween
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| But when you’re lost in your right (?)
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| When you are selfish and mean
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| You are the ugliest person that I have ever seen
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| And I hate you, I hate you, yes I really do
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| But I am here, I am here in the center of myself
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| And do you still think about me?
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| Yes I am here, waging battle with this version of myself
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| I right my wrongs and think how things used to be
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| I am here, I am here in the center of myself
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| And do you still think about me?
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| Yes I am here waging battle with this version of myself
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| I bite my tongue and think how things used to be
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| so easy |