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Everyone seems to have me figured out
Atleast in the moments where I'm messing up
Everyone seems to have me figured out, but myself
I have hardly even figured out who I want to be.
Pretty and ugly and all inbetween.
Never again, but maybe one more time.
I want it often, want it seldom.
I know what i want, I dont know a thing
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Feels like i am made out of sand
I build up high and fall apart at times.
Finding myself in someplace completly different
Where i can start again, stronger then yesterday.
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build my walls up by my own hand
Tear them down and try something else
So that i can start all over, bigger next time.
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Just when i thought I had found home
Im packing my bags all over again
I dont want anything easy
Have to boldly try new paths
Strong and weak and all inbetween.
Never again, but maybe one more time
I dont have a choice, i have to choose
I know what i want, i dont know a thing
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Feels like i am made out of sand
I build up high and fall apart at times.
Finding myself in someplace completly different
Where i can start again, stronger then yesterday.
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build my walls up by my own hand
Tear them down and try something else
So that i can start all over, bigger the next time.
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Honestly, is there anyone who's whole?
Honestely, is there someone out there who's never made mistakes?
Honestly, Is there anyone out there who's managed to live a happy life, with an exterior of stone?
Honestly, honestly?
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It feels like we're made of sand.
We build up high and fall apart at times
So we find ourselves somewhere
Where we can start again, stronger tomorrow