Standing by myself on the sidewalk
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Nothing in this world could make me talk
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I'm nailed to this floor where there is no air
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Alone I see myself and stare
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Locked inside this world you gave me
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It's lonely here through the smoke I can't see clear
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And I know all the ways and I'll try
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And I've seen all the places I get eyed
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If I bear myself in the yard
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Would the end of the day always seem so hard
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Wait for the world to turn around
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Then I won't go up or down
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Gentle winds must sometimes sit
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The face that looks on in my mirror
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And I know all the ways and I can try
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And I've seen all the places where I hide
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If I bear myself out in the yard
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Would the end of the day always be so hard
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Standing on the edge of the wall
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Sometimes I get too close and I fall, yeah
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And I know all the ways and I can try
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And I've seen all the places where I hide
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If I bear myself in the yard
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Would the end of the day always be so hard
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Well all the nights last a thousand years
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When you're in a time that feels so near
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I'll just say you were the word I found
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And then I won't go up or down
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And I know all the ways and I can try
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And I've seen all the places where I hide
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If I bear myself in the yard
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Would the end of the day always be so hard
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Standing on the edge of the wall
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Sometimes I look down and I fall, yeah
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Just standing on the edge of the wall
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I always go to far and I fall, yeah
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Standing On The Edge
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Screaming Trees |