There must be something that keeps me awake,
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Or some kind of pill I can take,
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To break these bad habits.
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I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough,
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Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz,
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At an odd tempo.
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Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?
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A curious puzzle still cursing me,
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To follow or lead.
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You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt,
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I can't tell just which option is worse,
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Dying pure or aware.
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So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats,
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Too far off for my ears to reach,
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Just a hint of timing.
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Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?
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A curious puzzle still cursing me,
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To follow or lead.
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And I don't know where I'm going,
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Cause I can't see the road, oh it's winding,
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Just as long as I keep breathing,
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I've got this uncomfortable feeling,
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Heavy feet, shakey hands, troubled hall.
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Tripping In Triplets
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| The Dear Hunter |
