| I can see myself repeating
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| Stepping in the same old holes
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| Which I made myself so long ago
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| Why I don’t even know
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| Why do I work to keep my breath in?
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| If I don’t ever let it go
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| I fear my heart can be deceiving
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| It shows that I’ve got time to grow
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you realise you’ve thrown it all
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| And I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you’re beaten down and can’t go on
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| I’ve been beating ‘round the bushes
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| And burning my own bridges
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| I see that I’m doing all wrong
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| So wonder, will I ever learn?
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| Oh I wonder, will I ever learn?
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| How it can change in a conversation
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| From day to night from dusk to dawn
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| And even I knew it was my turn
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| To pick it up and toss the ball
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| It went by from top to bottom
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| Just when I took that wrong turn south
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| But I don’t know where the hell I’m going
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| But I guess I won’t be found
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you realise you’ve thrown it all
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| And I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you’re beaten down and can’t go on
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| I’ve been beating ‘round the bushes
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| And burning my own bridges
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| I see that I’m doing all wrong
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| So wonder, will I ever learn?
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| Oh I wonder, will I ever learn?
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| You would think I’d have known by now
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| Just about the hundred time
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| But I guess it never really sunk in
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| Or stuck with me
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you realise you’ve thrown it all
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| And I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| When you’re beaten down and can’t go on
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| I’ve been beating ‘round the bushes
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| And burning my own bridges
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| I see that I’m doing all wrong
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| I know that feeling, I know that feeling
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| So wonder, will I ever learn?
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| Oh I wonder, will I ever learn?
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| Oh I wonder, will I ever learn? |