Finding out that you had lost the little one inside you
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Not a sound, but chalk that you had dropped on the floor
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And I could tell that when you fell the future never planned on getting easier
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God has never been afraid to fill our cups with more than they could hold
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Til they all overflow and we drown once and for all
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How could I misconceive I was owed something radically radiant
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The doctor came through and asked if you'd like to give it name
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How can you misconceive our ideals and growing our futures
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Some impressive prize I find for placing all the blame
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My apprehension got the best of me
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Better now than when I found I used to have the gift of amusement
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It's funny how without a doubt the family's far more calmer than me
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And I will cause a lovers court and do you don't you keep on tapping
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Sour-mouth, a coward clout, the dormant gospels nativity
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My apprehension got the best of me
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Walking dead my heart was moldering
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Yeah it got the best of me
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The best of me
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Pushing it out I heard the healthiest move is to abandon all of my blemish
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That's what the hospital staff and the pair of our parents will say
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Here I am again directly back to the place where Adam ruined family
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running in a marathon of mental til God shows up again
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My apprehension got me nowhere
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Swimming in my own filth
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Yeah got me nowhere
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Nowhere
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Apprehension
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| Manchester Orchestra |
