| This place has begun to cover me I recall the light, but the dark smothers me I prefer the feelings I know right now
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| I don’t worry about feeling very proud
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
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| To reach for the sky
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| I thought you never would
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
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| To reach for the sky
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| I thought you never would
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| But I’m bleeding, and my hands are bruised
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| From the grip that I once had on you
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| And I’m open for a new way
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| Because there’s not much more that I can fake
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| It’s almost seeing your soul for the first time
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| And watching the mirror show you life in rewind
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| Capture the ridicule of everyone
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| I’m tired of trying, and they wonder why I’m gone
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
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| To reach for the sky
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| I thought you never would
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
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| To reach for the sky
|
| I thought you never would
|
| But I’m bleeding, and my hands are bruised
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| From the grip that I once had on you
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| And I’m open for a new way
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| Because there’s not much more that I can fake
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| I can’t fake it You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
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| To reach for the sky
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| I thought you never would
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| To be misunderstood
|
| To reach for the sky
|
| I thought you never would
|
| But I’m bleeding, and my hands are bruised
|
| From the grip that I once had on you
|
| And I’m open for a new way
|
| Because there’s not much more that I can fake
|
| But I’m bleeding, and my hands are bruised
|
| From the grip that I once had on you
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| And I’m open for a new way
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| Because there’s not much more that I can fake |