"Follow your heart", he said.
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Your heart will take you there.
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"Swallow your pride", he said.
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For pride is anything but rare.
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So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on
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And in the salty sea, I find you're all but gone.
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Take my hand, you're treading water
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I feel I am slipping away from underneath my toes
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Nobody knows
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Where is it she goes?
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Looked in the bathroom stall
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Your back against the wall.
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Cold tiles beneaath your knees,
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Your body broke your fall.
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Spitting into your own reflection gazing back
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Inside your porcelain fists, your palms begin to crack.
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So take my hand your treading water
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And I feel sand slipping underneath my toes
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Nobody knows
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Where is it she goes?
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When those sad eyes start to close
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Nobody knows
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Where is it she goes?
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When those sad eyes close
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Porcelain Fists
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| Ingrid Michaelson |
