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Wad
03:12
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Patiently I fold
myself up again, to show the part that’s whole
time I still believed
I was both inside and outside of this dream
my face is a wad of paper
desperately trying to
expose the part that’s best for you
but the middle part is filling up
with new things that I’m not proud of
You left your mark and now you’re through
I’ll Push you to the middle too
many worries to count
The same ones pull me in push me back out
of faith in myself
that I’ll act on what I know not what I felt
What I’m feeling now that you’re
desperately trying to
show the side that’s best on you
but the middle now is filling up
with new things that you’re not proud of
I left a mark and now I’m through
Will you push me to the middle too
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Freedom
04:48
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Home was once a place
Before it got trapped in time
Now it's down a road my car won't drive
Once driving so fast
Found out freedom means
So many different kinds of things
All is one big chase
But what am I chasing
Always something out of reach
Now that I can't go back
It's painfully clear
I have no idea what I'm doing here
And where I am is nowhere
Now I don't have a use for fear
If it was looking for me it's already here
"How is this my life"
"Oh my god" We say
Both for good and bad things
always will be the one
No matter which route I take
It'll spit me out in this place
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