| I hold on and I should let go
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| I wait to think when I really know
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| What should have been washed away a million years ago
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| I wake up to another day
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| Another chance to get out of my own way
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| I can’t move and wonder why
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| I’m paralyzed
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| By the pull of the tide that I’m under
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| By the strength, by the sound of the thunder
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| By the force, by the fear of the waking
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| The crash of the waves that could rip me away
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| It cuts deep, the shattered glass
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| The perfect picture frames I once had
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| Trying to rise up from the ash
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| I’m paralyzed
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| By the pull of the tide that I’m under
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| By the strength, by the sound of the thunder
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| By the force, by the fear of the waking
|
| The crash of the waves that could rip me away
|
| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| Breaking myself from these chains that I’m making
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| The anchor’s here holding me down
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| (Oh, oh, oh) I’m paralyzed
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| By the pull of the tide that I’m under
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| By the strength, by the sound of the thunder
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| By the force, by the fear of the waking
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| The crash of the waves that could rip me away |