The manic stage,
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A scary phase
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Feeding all I know,
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A cloudy haze,
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The hectic pace,
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Strips me of my throne,
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It seems there is nothing but you,
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To please in this world around you,
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And in this place,
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In my domain you're always in control;
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Not the same without you like you really care;
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I never thought you'd be the one to bring me down,
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I never seem to hold onto a hand that holds true,
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A never ending maze of crazy days have come an end,
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(I find I'm reaching out again),
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It doesn't have to be this way;
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I lie awake,
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Make no mistake
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I'm so alone,
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My body aches,
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Nothing I take
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Could fix me like your hold,
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It seems there is nothing but you,
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To please this withdrawal now from you,
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And in this place in my domain you're always in control;
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Not the same without you, like you're even there;
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When I think about this loss too much,
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It accumulates,
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I realize just what i've done,
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With my fate,
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I've blown my chance for better days
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Come back to me
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Hand That Holds True
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Taproot |