A mans to keen to sell what I don't need
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The rain it falls down up off the street
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So many people, how do they all exist?
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It gets me thinking, but I shouldn't think like this
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I'm in danger of getting so lost.
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But then again is that part of the plot?
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So many people, whose problems I can't read.
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It gets me thinking, do they question the same thing?
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'cause I can't take it all in all at the same
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time, time, time
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It comes like a flood that swallows you
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alive, live, live
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But suddenly it'll cut you free
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and point you to an empty space
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'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece
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of what is actually happening, actually happening here
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This woman she has sadness in her eyes
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They pull me in but I can't see inside
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She has a life she leads, but it's nothing to do with me
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So how can I understand what I can't even see?
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'cause I can't take it all in all at the same
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time, time, time
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It comes like a flood that swallows you
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alive, live, live
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But suddenly it'll cut you free
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and point you to an empty space
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'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece
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of what is actually happening, actually happening here
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These thoughts will weigh me down 'til I can't breathe
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I'll slot myself back in the puzzle, where I should be
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where I should be
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Puzzle Piece
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| Gabrielle Aplin |
