Without our ups and downs,
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We're all just living dead.
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I put my pulse on paper
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Because I want out from inside of my head.
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Don't write yourself off.
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Say what you think and mean what you say,
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Unless you're OK living life
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with a pulse that's flatlining.
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I guess we only get a chance
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To write our stories once.
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We need to look back and say
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that one time was plenty enough.
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Are we confusing our heart with our mind?
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Are they on the same page or did
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we write one off and push the other behind?
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Take me anywhere but here,
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Away from these insecurities I fear.
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Take me anywhere but here,
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Just make sure if you are the one that will have me,
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You know just what you're taking.
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You know you had a darkness inside,
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Floor to sky, left to write.
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It was on the record we made last time.
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And any writer writes afraid of the next line,
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To put down on paper the things
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he's tried to erase in his mind.
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And I am no longer afraid of mine,
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A writer that found a reason for the pain inside.
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A word is dead when it's said, some say.
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I say it just began to live that day.
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I said it once I'll say it again.
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Maybe you weren't listening.
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I said it once I'll say it again.
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To live backwards isn't evil, it's rewriting.
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Take me anywhere but here,
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Away from these insecurities I fear.
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Take me anywhere but here,
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Just make sure if you are the one that will have me,
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You know just what you're taking.
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I said it once
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I'll say it again.
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I said it once
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I'll say it again.
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Are you listening?
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Are you listening?
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The best stories are written
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when they're spent rewriting
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Lifeline (Left To Write)
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| The Color Morale |
