I've found a way to talk
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I've found a way to water down
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The things that I have thought
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But then, in the end, I always fall short
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The morning has a voice
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Calling out to me, "Come clean,
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To rise and have a choice"
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But I'd rather regret to see what night brings
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Torn between
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Your separated arms or staying in the dark
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So, coming clean
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I make it seem so hard, but still I've gone to far
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You gave me a choice
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You showed me how to lay it down
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And find that quiet voice
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When everything pounds to beat through my veins
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I'll fight the feeling down to fight the feeling down
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Dawn and Dusk
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| The Send |
