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I thought I knew what was best for me
Until I tried it out and I don't know a thing
Pushed you away, you should have saved yourself
But now we're sitting here, bit tongue in mouth

I slip my sly pride back into check
But its too late, this is such a mess

I'm leaning hard into this wind
It blows back at me, and chills my skin
I exaggerate to emphasize
My necessity to feel something inside

I slip my sly pride back into check
But its too late, this is such a mess
Lost at 22 I'm so unsure of my self
The shape of this place has seen better days

Gotta grow up without getting old

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