| My heart woke up my head like a thunderstorm
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| A place where I can barely stand
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| I spent a winter without my air
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| But now I feel it in my chest
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| I’m just so sick of the scenery
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| And all those hours without sex
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| I get so tired of being me
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| But now I’m feeling this again
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| And God knows that you can’t see after dark
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| But I won’t give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest
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| So tell me what you think of the atmosphere
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| And all those months inside my head?
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| Do you really believe in me?
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| I will hold this like a gun
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| (Stay what you are, stay what you are)
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| I filled up all my future with written words
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| I told the whole world I was spent
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| I came around when they needed me
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| And that’s just how I learned to give
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| With all the feelings and losing sleep
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| In a sea where I felt home
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| It was a place in a very deep
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| And now I never wanna go
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| God knows that you can’t see after dark
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| But I won’t give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest
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| So tell me what you think of the atmosphere
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| And all those months inside my head?
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| Do you really believe in me?
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| I will hold this like a gun
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| (Stay what you are, stay what you are)
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| Because I’ve got some things to do, yeah I do
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| I’ve got all these plans laid out again but this is war
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| And I wanna touch the coast again
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| I’ll forget to take my voice as going
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| Forget to hold my breath as spoken
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| And say don’t you remember where you’ve been
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| So tell me what you think of the atmosphere
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| And all those months inside my head?
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| Do you really believe in me?
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| I will hold this like a gun
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| (Stay what you are, stay what you are)
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| Because I’ve got some things to do
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| (Stay what you are, stay what you are)
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| Because I’ve got some things to do |