I've got this feeling
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I could sail across the universe
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At least across the ceiling
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If I tried
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But there's a thousand little things
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To rub the dust from off my wings
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So I am barely
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Any more than very stationary
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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Somebody's driving
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From the backseat of your mind
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And they decide you've smiled enough
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They roll your car with blatant disregard for those
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Whose arms were molded
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By heaven just to hold you
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And we'll all be there to hold you
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Through the ugly days
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And that's when you'll say
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so-
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It all feels something like the bends
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Because it's always up and down again
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And you can't always
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You can't always...
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Well I can tell
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That this is gonna hurt like hell
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But there's just something 'bout surviving
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That can make a person feel alive and
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All on my own
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I don't think that I'd have faired so well
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All On My Own
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Anna Nalick |