| I don’t want to dwell in the dark
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| But I found so much pleasure in notating the words of my heart
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| That’s why I turn everything I feel to art
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| So I don’t have to talk
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| To anyone about anything that we are
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| I found that I feel comfort in
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| The way we just sit and exist
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| And we pretend that it’s all okay
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| There’s comfort in the pain
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| I don’t have many good days anymore
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| When I do I’m just breathing in my room
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| Got rid of my ghosts and focused on love
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| And still my thoughts on it reminders of
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| The time when I still felt alone
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| So I just stay here breathing
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| So I just stay here breathing
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| So I just sit here breathing
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| Trying to clear my head
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| I found that I feel comfort in
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| The way we just sit and exist
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| And we pretend that it’s all okay
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| There’s comfort in the pain
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| I found that I feel comfort in
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| The way we just sit and exist
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| And we pretend that it’s all okay
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| There’s comfort in the pain
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| Sit down, observe your mind
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| And don’t just drown; |
| try unwind
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| Claim the things that ground you
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| And now whatever you can find
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| I found that I feel comfort in
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| The way we just sit and exist
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| And we pretend that it’s all okay
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| There’s comfort in the pain
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| I found that I feel comfort in
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| The way we just sit and exist
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| And we pretend that it’s all okay
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| There’s comfort in the pain
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| There’s comfort in the pain |