| Too many shadows in my room
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| Too many hours in this midnight
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| Too many corners in my mind
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| So much to do to set my heart right
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| Oh, it’s taking so long I could be wrong
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| I could be ready
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| Oh, but if I take my heart’s advice
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| I should assume it’s still unsteady
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| I am in repair, I am in repair
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| Stood on the corner for a while
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| To wait for the wind to blow down on me
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| Hoping it takes with it my old ways
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| And brings some brand new luck upon me
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| Oh, it’s taking so long I could be wrong
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| I could be ready
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| Oh, but if I take my heart’s advice
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| I should assume it’s still unsteady
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| I am in repair, I am in repair
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| And now I’m walking in a park
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| All of the birds they dance below me
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| Maybe when things turn green again
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| It will be good to say you know me
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| Oh, it’s taking so long I could be wrong
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| I could be ready
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| Oh, but if I take my heart’s advice
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| I should assume it’s still unsteady
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| I am in repair, I am in repair
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| I’m never really ready
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| Oh I’m never really ready
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there
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| I’m in repair
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| I’m not together but I’m getting there |