| If I get my feet back on the ground
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| There’s some things I’ll take advantage of
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| And once I get my feet back on the ground
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| There’s some things I won’t ignore
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| You put fear in the place of strength
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| Sometimes crooked roads would better suit you
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| The feeling still remains
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| Somehow I know I’ll get over you
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| But lately I’ve been lost inside your song
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| Could it be forever? | 
| It’s just a bit too long
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| I should’ve known better than to stare into the sun
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| Spiraling an ocean-sized tear drop
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| Where will it take me now?
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| Where will it take me now?
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| You’re fear in the place of strength
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| I guess spinning 'round in circles better suits you
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| So cling on to your flame
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| At least I hold a place inside of you
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| Give up or get back on my feet again
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| To get up and get knocked off my feet again
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| Connecting your foot to my seat and then
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| Prepare for it to repeat again
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| 'Cause it will repeat again
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| Give up or get back on my feet again
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| To get up and get knocked off my feet again
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| Connecting your foot to my seat and then
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| Prepare for it to repeat again
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| 'Cause it will repeat again
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| 'Cause it’s just repeating…
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| Spiraling away amidst the gloom
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| Spiraling the day’s impending doom
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| Will it take me Spiraling away?
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| Will it take me Spiraling away?
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| Will it take me Spiraling
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| The days we spend ro ruin?
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| Where will it take me now? |