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Every morning I search for the sun
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You can't dream all the places I go
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If my future belongs to no one
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You should see all the chances I blow
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Making sense can become a clichÈ
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When you don't understand me
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Don't go looking for places I go
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Cause you'll never find me
If I could I would break this wall
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Find a way to make that call
Then you'd find me, find me
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This idea that life can be fair
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Makes my past feel so narrow
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If I could just go back and repair
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I'd revert my first errors
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all the barriers would suddenly fall
Ab Ebm
And the world would became very small
Then you'd find me, find me
Db Db7M Db
This idea that life can be fair
Db7M Bbm
Makes my past feel so narrow
Bbm9 Bbm
If I could just go back and repair
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I'd revert my first errors all the barriers would suddenly fall
Ab Ebm
And the world would became very small
Then you'd find me, find me