They said the timing was dreadful
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(Yeah, you could say that again)
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Now there is one pair of heads full
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(Of thoughts that don't make any sense)
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Just passing through, trying to catch that glimpse of you
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I never hold on when I change
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Terminals at ATL
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It's a balance of grace
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In a place where I tripped and fell
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But if grace receives all my weight
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Then it becomes a crutch
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And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much
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That I can't stand taller than before
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It's splintered, and I felt horrendous
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(Lying through the gap in my teeth)
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When broken, is when You can mend us
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(So help me get back up on my feet)
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Just passing through, trying to catch that glimpse of you
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I never hold on when I change
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Terminals at ATL
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It's a balance of grace
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In a place where I tripped and fell
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But if grace receives all my weight
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Then it becomes a crutch
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And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much
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That I can't stand taller than before
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Lie, I'm staring longer than I know I should be
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I can't believe you're standing next to me
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I never hold on when I change
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Terminals at ATL
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It's a balance of grace
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In a place where I tripped and fell
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But if grace receives all my weight
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Then it becomes a crutch
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And I don't wanna walk with a crutch so much
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That I can't stand taller than before
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I will stand taller than before
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I will stand taller than before
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Taller than before
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Terminals
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| Relient K |
