I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
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My imagination hadn't turned on me yet
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I used to let my words wax poetic
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But it melted a puddle at my feet now
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It is a calcifying crime, it's tragic
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I've turned to petrified past life baggage
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I want to disappear and just start over
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So here we are
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And I'll breathe again...
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Cause I have sent for a warrior
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From on my knees, make me a Hercules
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I was meant to be a warrior please
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Make me a Hercules
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I've lost a grip on where I started from
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I wish I'd thought ahead and left a few crumbs
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I'm on the hunt for who I've not yet become
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But I'd settle for a little equilibrium
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There is a war inside my heart gone silent
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Both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
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The issue I have now begun to see
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I am the only lonely casualty
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This is not the end though...
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Cause I have sent for a warrior
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From on my knees, make me a Hercules
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I was meant to be a warrior please
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Make me a Hercules
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Cause I have sent for a warrior
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From on my knees, make me a Hercules
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I was meant to be a warrior please
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Make me a Hercules
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This is my darkest hour
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A long road has lead me out here
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But I only need turn around to face the light
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And decide flight or fight
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Cause I have sent for a warrior
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From on my knees, make me a Hercules
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I was meant to be...
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Cause I have sent for a warrior
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From on my knees, make me a Hercules
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I was meant to be a warrior please
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Make me a Hercules
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Hercules
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| Sara Bareilles |
