| I’ll tell you flat out
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| It hurts so much
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| To think of this
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| So from my thoughts
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| I will exclude
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| The very thing that
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| I hate more than
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| Everything is
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| The way I’m powerless
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| To dictate my own moods
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| I’ve thrown away
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| So many things
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| That could’ve been much more
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| And I just pray
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| My problems go away
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| If they’re ignored
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| But that’s not the way it works
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| No that’s not the way it works
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| When I go down
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| I go down hard
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| And I take everything I’ve learned
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| And teach myself some disregard
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| When I go down
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| It hurts to hit the bottom
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| And all the things that got me there
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| I think, if only I had fought them
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| If and when I can
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| Clear myself of this clouded mind
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| I’ll watch myself settle down
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| Into a place where peace
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| Can search me out and find
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| That I’m so ready to be found
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| I’ve thrown away
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| The hope I had in friendships
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| I’ve thrown away
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| So many things that could
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| Have been much more
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| I’ve thrown away
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| The secret to find an end to this
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| And I just pray
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| My problems go away
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| If they’re ignored
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| But that’s not the way it works
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| No that’s not the way it works
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| When I go down
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| I go down hard
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| And I take everything I’ve learned
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| And teach myself some disregard
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| When I go down
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| It hurts to hit the bottom
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| And all the things that got me there
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| I think, if only I had fought them
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| Any control I thought I had
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| Just slips right through my hands
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| While my ever-present conscience
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| Shakes it’s head and reprimands me
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| Reprimands me
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| Then and there
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| I confess
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| I’ll blame all this on my selfishness
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| Yet you love me
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| And that consumes me
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| And I’ll stand up again
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| And do so willingly
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| You give me hope
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| And hope it gives me life
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| You touch my heavy heart
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| And when you do You make it light
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| As I exhale
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| I hear your voice
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| And I answer You
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| Though I hardly make a noise
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| And from my lips
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| The words I choose to say
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| Seem pathetic
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| But it’s a fallen man’s praise
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| 'Cause I love You
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| Oh God, I love You
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| And life is now worth living
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| If only because of You
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| And when they say that I am dead and gone
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| It won’t be further from the truth
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| When I go down
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| I lift my eyes to You
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| I won’t look very far
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| Cause You’ll be there
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| With open arms
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| To lift me up again
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| To lift me up again |