Come steer me now
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Leave ideas in my head.
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And I'll come alive
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Or cover me instead.
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There's a ceiling light above me
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And a song that says I will.
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And it's kneeling down upon me, lonelier still.
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Come hear me out.
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There's more that I have been
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Than figured out
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And stunted end to end.
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There's a ceiling light above me
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And a space it cannot fill.
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And it's bearing down upon me holding me still.
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And I convinced you,
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That I would get there first.
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And you send me down a spiral, only worse.
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Come steer me now
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Leave ideas in my head.
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And I'll come alive
|
And cover me instead.
|
There's a ceiling light above me
|
And a song that says I will.
|
And it's kneeling down upon me, holding me still.
|
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And I convinced you,
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That I would get there first.
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And you send me down a spiral, only worse.
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Spiral
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| The Conells |
