stay between the lines.
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balance on the wire.
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things i've heard or even said before.
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and still i turn.
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another try.
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making resolutions always with intentions for the best.
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am i that blind.
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you say that it's black and white.
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but i question it every time.
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i'm holding back.
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and it's easy to follow the world on the outside.
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i'm starting to wonder why.
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an answer that i don't like.
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i'm holding on.
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and it's tearing me into a thousand pieces.
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starting at the end.
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cross the finish line.
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right where i began.
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and start all over once again.
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it's not that i thought that i could do this on my own.
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knowing all too well.
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that i would make more sense of things when i am falling down.
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it won't be long.
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i promise that i'll never forget you.
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i won't leave you here all alone.
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and when you're wrong and you keep falling down.
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i'll be waiting for you.
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you can count on me
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Mark It A Zero
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| Brandtson |
