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If I miss my mark
Just pull me back down where I can feel
Some comfort in
In my own head
My voice within
And it can be enough
We can be enough
When your effort's stuck
Let it be enough
Why are these thoughts so cold
It's a fear of always growing old
And I can't stop my thinking about it (about it)
But I can change my point of view
If I miss my mark
Just pull me back down where I can feel
Some comfort in
In my own head
Your voice within
And it can be enough
We can be enough
When your effort's stuck
Let it be enough
It can be enough
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