| Torn between being a child my whole life or the man you need
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| Cause there’s the easy way out
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| And there’s blood, sweat, and tears
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| And I’ll be gone more than I’m home for the next year
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| And it’ll take everything that I have to not stop running
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| You said it’s never black and white with me
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| Just lesser truths and shades of grey
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| What the fuck did you see in me anyway?
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| An investment not worth the price you paid
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| And I feel the strain
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| But I’m too fucking scared to doing the right thing
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| I’ll never find it in myself
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| To let someone love you properly
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| I’ve saved up the hours that I’ve spent just drowning
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| Staring out at the empty space from my side of the bed
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| Well, I’d trade them all and the pictures drawn
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| In the condensation on my window to see you standing there
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| Lie to me
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| Tell me you still need me
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| Cause I owe that charade
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| For the only reason I found sleep
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| In the past three years
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| And I owe that charade
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| For the distance that I keep
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| From who I used to be
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| Torn between being a child my whole life or the man you need
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| Torn between being a child my whole life or the man you need
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| I’ve saved up the hours that I’ve spent just drowning
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| Staring out at the empty space from my side of the bed
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| Well, I’d trade them all and the pictures drawn
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| In the condensation on my window to see you standing there
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| There’s no shortage of new faces
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| And so many places I’ve never been
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| But he one place I keep inside my head
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| Is where the sun shines through your white curtains
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| And the breeze that lifts them off the wall
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| And gently wakes me up to the world
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| To an overwhelming smell of home
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| But I can’t be there for long
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| And I never wanted to be the one that only lets you down
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| And a promise that I can keep is that my feet won’t find the ground
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| But your heart can’t see the damage done when I’m around |