I can see the smoke stacks in the distance
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and I know that we're almost there.
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This day has been best at overwhelming me.
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And these thoughts are running races in my head.
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I'm anxious to see the ocean
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and run my fingers through the sand.
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Will stencil in silly words like "love" and "forever"
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and let the tide run over them.
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Run over me.
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We live in a world of familiar strangers that meet
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and greet the stale, cold air every morning.
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I'm always overanxious to get to the point,
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overanxious just to get there.
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I want you to know that I failed in trying to please everyone.
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The waves are crashing high at their peaks and I wonder,
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"What in the world are they running from,
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and what am I running from?"
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Counting to ten and taking beep breaths.
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I'm almost out of opinions.
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So I close my eyes real tight.
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I just want to drive with my eyes closed.
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I feel numb, out of control.
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Going crazy. I swear I'm going crazy.
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I hear you asking, and I hear you pleading.
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But it's out of my hands.
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I can't save you. I can't even save myself.
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I'm not your savior. So save yourself.
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Paper Airplane Dream
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
