| I am over my head, the river that sustains became a waterfall
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| Don’t let go, I’m in too deep and I can’t breathe
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| Under, pulling me down, the long arm of the critic pathological
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| And I digress, I know I’m not the only one
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| I know I’m not the only one
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| On the fence again
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| Means have met their end
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| The winds of change around the bend
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| And I’m on the fence my friend
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| I stand close to the edge, the crystal fault gleaming with perfection
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| And I wonder why the glass beneath my feet gives away
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| I am bringing to life a puppet of pretension and denial
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| And so haunting is the painted affect of his smile
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| Painted affect of his smile
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| On the fence again
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| Means have met their ends
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| The winds of change around the bend
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| I’m on the fence my friend
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| On the fence again
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| The ghost that I befriend
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| Is with me till the bitter end
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| I’m on the fence my friend
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| I’m wandering through my field of dreams
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| Darkened clouds surround me
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| Reckless I abandoned you
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| Throwing caution to the wind
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| Diary of dead memories resonates inside me
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| Dissonance from afar, so blessed so cursed we are
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| Pages of my life torn away and thrown to the sky
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| Me and my shadow why, it’s never easy to say goodbye
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| Crawling before we believed we could stand
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| Fall after fall we would trust once again
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| Shattered and broken love the illusion takes us by the hand
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| When it abandons you, you will understand
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| When you held the rose in your hand
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| And you failed to understand
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| You held to tight, the thorns they made you bleed
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| You laid love down to die, wilt away before your eyes
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| Flaws are of your own, not of the rose you fool
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| I am over my head, the river that sustains became a waterfall
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| Don’t let go, I’m in to deep and I can’t breathe
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| Under, pulling me down, the long arm of the critic pathological
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| And I digress, I know I’m not the only one |