| For so many years I held my breath for you
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| Held under what became the ocean
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| I’m struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor
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| And now, as I reflect on what became my foundation
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| And who am I to say the grass was ever greener
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| Where my own feet struck on the Earth?
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| And that the fields, they seemed much neater on my side of the fence
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| And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
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| And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?
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| But the pages just keep turning and my pen just won’t run dry
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| But my eyes — they won’t stop burning and yet you still have no reply
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| I guess that in a way, it had to be like this
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| And I guess that in a way, I’m glad it turned out like it did
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| Because I couldn’t stand your sight if I ran into you tonight
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| And if you died, I just don’t think I’d have too much to say tonight
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| And who am I to say the grass was ever greener
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| Where my own feet struck on the Earth?
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| And that the fields, they seemed much neater on my side of the fence
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| And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
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| And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?
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| But the pages just keep turning, turning
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| If you hear this just forget it
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| If you hear this just forget it
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| Oh!
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| «Beating me wouldn’t mean anything now, I’m all through»
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| «All I want is to earn your respect, how am I meant to do that if you won’t
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| fight me?»
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| «Maybe you should’ve thought of that, before you sucked at being a man your
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| whole life»
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| «Oh my god, I hate you so much, I just wanna smash your face in»
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| «Too late, I’m a dead man…» |