Suddenly I'm packing up my dreams again

into suitcases that will never be big enough,

and all the photos and all the memories

will be lost somewhere in the darkness and dust

So how is it that this is both what I want and why I'm afraid?

I've asked for this and, now it's here, I feel betrayed

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It's just that I need to start again;

lets pretend these mistakes were never made -

wish there was some way I could stay

(wish there was some way I could stay)

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It's hard to show you that times have changed,

when all my down-falls have been the same,

I wish there was a way that I could get another chance

but its impossible when I can't even explain

Why is it that everytime I'm up I just push myself down?

The higher I get the harder it is when I hit the ground

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It's just that I need to start again

lets pretend these mistakes were never made

wish there was some way I could stay

(wish there was some way I could stay)

It's just that I need to start again

lets pretend these mistakes were never made

wish there was some way I could stay

(wish there was some way I could stay)

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But we can all see I need to leave;

counting friends on fingers makes it plain to see

I've made the slope that I'm sliding down

and there's no end in front of me

falling.... falling...

wish there was some way I could stay

wish there was some way I could stay

wish there was some way I could stay

wish there was some way I could stay

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but there isn't