| Well as life, goes down this twisted path,
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| some things never change.
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| The story’s been so over played for me, what now to think?
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| Strange to hear you say,
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| A comfort known too «Well it’s not goodbye it’s just a phrase.»,
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| Give me reason,
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| give me something too,
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| something to keep from burning out.
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| Keep holding onto expectations gone bad.
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| Riding on this fence of disbelief. | 
| Stop saying «I».
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| The long and short of it, lost without translation,
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| That you’ve used to coverup whenever it’s too cold outside.
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| Died just like not seen.
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| An uphill battle, fought without the wars and broken dreams.
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| If it’s reason, give me something to,
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| something to keep from burning out
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| Keep on holding onto expectations gone bad,
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| riding on this fence of disbelief. | 
| Stop saying «I».
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| We take a long road back and we find all there, we find all there.
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| In a room where you can hear a steady tapping from an old man,
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| he’s coming home and, still try’s to sing.
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| No one ever understands his songs.
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| If it’s reason, give me something to,
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| something to keep from burning out.
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| Keep on holding onto expectations gone bad,
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| riding on this fence of disbelief.
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| Stop saying «I». | 
| Stop saying «I».
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| Don’t you want to, I think you need to,
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| I want to, I’ll never need to!
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| Ever stop to wonder,"Who am I?"
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| Stop saying «I». |