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I think too much In the morning when I wake up From the shadows of doubt I can't run For the worse or for the better Like a loaded gun Like a feather I'm falling So lightly to the ground Oh and God, I'm so lost Just hoping to be found Oh and if misery was the ocean I would've already drowned If misery was the ocean I would've already drowned Well I've been holding out for a lover That's never gonna come But there ain't, ain't no other That I think I could love And I ain't too good at losing But I give up No, I ain't too good at losing But I give up |