| Some days
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| I won’t get out of bed
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| Let air-conditioned thoughts inside my head
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| Like I don’t know myself
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| And I build up a fence
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| Push away the things that once made sense
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| And I won’t want your help
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| All alone on the step
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| Waiting for the gates to open up
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| Oh brother, brother’s keeper
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| I’ll follow will you lead us?
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| Oh sister, mother’s daughter
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| I wonder, will you preach?
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| Will I learn to get better?
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| Sometimes
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| I just stare into space
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| Watch through all the film of my mistakes
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| I just can’t help myself
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| All alone on the step
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| Waiting for the gates to open up
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| Oh brother, brother’s keeper
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| I’ll follow will you lead us?
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| Oh sister, mother’s daughter
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| I wonder, will you preach?
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| Will I learn to get better?
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| One day
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| I will climb down the step
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| Just give me one good reason to pretend
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| Oh brother, brother’s keeper
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| I’ll follow will you lead us?
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| Oh sister, mother’s daughter
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| I wonder, will you preach?
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| Will I learn to get better? |