
"This is the part where the needle skips
And the chorus plays like a sink that drips
A syllable repeating, like a warning we're not heeding
Until all is said and we noticed it
When the wheels brace and the tires grip
A map we've been misreading
A defeat we're not conceding
Until now
There must be some other way out
Go all alone, 'cause I won't follow
This isn't giving up no this is letting go
Out with the old dreams I've borrowed
The path I call from here on out will be my own
A path to take me home"
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