| Don’t make me feel
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| It’s better when I’m numb
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| Don’t make me reach
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| I don’t need anyone
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| Don’t make me look
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| It’s just too glorious
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| Don’t make me try
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| It’s too laborious
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| I’m not ready though I’m falling down
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| I don’t want to be found
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| I can almost hear the sound
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| Of my ego dying
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| I just realized my fate
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| Now there’s no more hiding
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| Looking out from where I stand
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| On the edge of where I’ll be
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| When I come home
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| Don’t let me dream
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| I’m not supposed to fly
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| Don’t let me know
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| I might just question why
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| Don’t give me faith
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| I’ll find my own way
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| Don’t tell me how
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| I’ll get there someday
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| Everybody’s got something to say
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| Wish they’d all go away
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| I can almost hear the sound
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| Of my ego dying
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| I just realized my fate
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| Now there’s no more hiding
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| Looking out from where I stand
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| On the edge of where I’ll be
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| When I come home
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| I can almost hear the sound
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| Of my reasons dying
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| I just realized my fate
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| Now there’s no more fighting
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| Looking out from where I stand
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| On the edge of where I’ll be
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| When I come home
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| When I come home
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| When I come home
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| When I come home |