On the road to safe
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I kinda tripped along the way
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It just seemed like a nasty hassle
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The path was greener on the one less traveled
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That's where I remained
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People so high they think
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I can't hear the whispers
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I can see it falling off their face
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Their trying to shoot down my plane of grace
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It seems like it's already hard enough
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But the paint on me is beginning to dry
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And it's not what I wanted to be
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The weight on me
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Is Hanging on to a weary angel
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So tell me what it is about me
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Where did everybody go without me
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So, I like to fantasize
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And watch the sunrise like it's a big surprise
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Life moves and I stopped to taste it
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I drank it up till it left me wasted
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But my rains have bled
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A softer red
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Oh you should see the world inside my head
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You can shackle me away
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And try to wrap around my dreamer
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I feel better when I paint my days
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With purple seas
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And left out grays
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Strange is just a different point of view
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But the paint on me is starting to dry
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And it's not what I wanted to be
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The weight on me
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Is holding onto a weary angel
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[Chorus]
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I feel better when I paint my days
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With purple seas
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And left out grays
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Strange is just a different point of view
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But the pain on me is beginning to dry
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And it's not what I want it to be
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So wait on me
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Wait on me
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[Chorus]
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You should see
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World Inside My Head
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| Sister Hazel |
