| I’ve been trying to lose myself for a year now
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| Been trying to find a new way to go back home
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| I’ve been trying to lose myself for a year now
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| But I keep finding places to call home
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| And things that you should know
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| Like I’ve been looking for the reasons
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| That you’ve been changing every season
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| Cause we lost everything we had along the way
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| This is the heart of every word
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| (I'm singing, you’re hearing)
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| This is the soul of every line
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| (And you’ll find)
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| And I’m looking out the window trying to find
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| A splash of color in this grayscale life
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| Another late night call, eyes are colored rust
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| Brain is wandering just like it always does
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| Bones are made of glass and I just can’t shake
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| All the dissonance that’s flowing through my veins
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| And I felt the weather change for the better
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| The kind of cold you fall in love to
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| And we could fall in love too
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| This is the heart of every word
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| (I'm singing, you’re hearing)
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| This is the soul of every line
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| (And you’ll find)
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| And I’m looking out the window trying to find
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| A splash of color in this grayscale life
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| So breathe it in and take it slow
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| This life means more than you know
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| The time for quiet desperation is over
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| So breathe it in and take it slow
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| This life means more than you know
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| The time for quiet desperation is over
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| So breathe it in and take it slow
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| This life means more than you know
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| The time for quiet desperation is over
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| So breathe it in and take it slow
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| This life means more than you know
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| The time for quiet desperation is over
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| I’ve been trying to lose myself for a year now
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| Been trying to find a new way to go back home |