Do you feel small
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Do you feel like nothing
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Do you feel like you're wasting your time
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Can you stand sunlight
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Do you feel too much
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How will you know where you're broken
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But you know that the fear you feel
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Comes back this time each day
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And you know if you live a thousand years in silence
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You will still feel this way
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Can you see home
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Can you see tomorrow
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Can you see the sun anymore
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Do you walk the world
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Waiting to be discovered
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Do you want what he said
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You can never have
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And you know that her tears were taken
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And cooked up for the queen
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But you will never find her now
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She's gone and her trail is far to clean
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And every single moment feels like everything is wrong
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And everything around you says that this's not your home
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And everybody else just seems to be already there
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And you can't get from here to there
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Without some sort of help you've never seen
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It's white roses
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It's a spinning sky
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It's a field with the sun in your eyes
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And do you ask yourself for help
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To get you through the day
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And when you're on the street you find
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The world is moving away
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Spend all day under water
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Spend all night curled in a ball
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And when you're all alone what reason
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Can you see for trying at all
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