I see you sit
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And swallow pain
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For all of those
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Who will not speak
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You raise your voice
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You fill the stage
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Your eyes are wide
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You know the weakness
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That you've felt
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Is not just yours
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So many more
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You're not alone
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The song you sing is not your own
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You fill the room with something real
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Youve never had it so you hesitate to try and find it
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You listen carefully for whispers of what lurks behind it
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You play the corners
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Never get too close to where it might be
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Waiting for you
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Never had it
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Keep on wanting something more
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Keep hiding the hope and than the pain is not yours
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No ones holding a rope gotta pull up on your own.
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All the songs have been sung
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And all the doors have be closed
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Keep on wanting more.
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I watch you wander through these halls
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You slouch you shrug you shrink away
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I call you stop you blink you pause
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You wander who
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You think the day
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Will never end
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But when it does
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You stay until the building's dark
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You're on the bus
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The doors are locked
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You looked inside
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But did not touch
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Youve never had it
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But you know how to provide it so you
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Stand up and call for it
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Nervous describing what you go through
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You dont wanna get caught up in all the
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Things they say to try to provoke you
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Dont need anyone to tell you
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Keep on wanting something more
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Never Had It
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Flobots |