| My mistakes are easier made a second time
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| And I can’t move on since I’ve closed my eyes
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| Since I’ve closed my eyes
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| I’ve cut off myself from everybody else
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| To move on is to grow
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| Yet I haven’t been able to accomplish either
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| I know the way to go
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| Yet I can’t bring myself to move forward
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| I’ve been sleeping on stones and they’ve formed to my spine
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| My once straight back, now a crooked line
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| I’ve broken no bones and I appear to be just fine
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| My life’s been emptied from the inside
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| Every decision is easier made a second time
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| Every decision is easier made a second time
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| But once you start down one line
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| The distance becomes greater to change your mind
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| To change the way you’re living your life
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| To move on is to grow
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| Yet we can barely accomplish either on our own
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| We know the way to go
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| Yet we follow those with their eyes closed
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| I’ve been sleeping on stones…
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| We’ve been sleeping on stones and they’ve formed to our spines
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| Our once straight backs now just crooked lines
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| When we all wake up inside the beds in which we lie
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| We will wish we had stopped the first time
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| When we wake up to the lives that we’ve created
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| We’ll see we built nothing, but destroyed it
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| So turn around and head back the way you came
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| I’ll follow you, encourage you
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| I’ll follow you, encourage you
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| We’ll be steadfast in our way
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| And as we make it back to where our lives branched off
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| We will take the path we should have taken all along
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| Once you start down one line
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| The distance becomes greater to change your mind
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| To change the way you’re living your life
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| To move on is to grow |