When the day is done
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The wait is on my mind
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How should I give up
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How should I survive
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Meaning to the side off the busy street
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Looking down these people
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Never notice me
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Am I the only one who things it¡¯s hard to breathe
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
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You think your fight is over
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It¡¯s only so much closer
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I reach my hands to the sky
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And fly
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Two thousand faces here but none will mind
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Am I the only one with the reason behind
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Such a cool maze only to find another wall to break
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Another wall to climb
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It¡¯s when I lose myself and then I realize
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
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You think your fight is over
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It¡¯s only so much closer
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I reach my hands to the sky
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And fly
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s on my mind
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I feel it¡¯s hard to say what¡¯s not inside
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You think your fight is over
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It¡¯s only so much closer
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I reach my hands to the sky
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And fly
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Fly
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| Phillip Phillips |
