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I had to hang around until my fever broke.

To find another road, lonley enough to walk,

To find a smile again

 that was real enough to fake.

Cause I knew, whatever I gave to you,

You’d take, and take, and take.

I had to wait it out, and I had to let it burn,

To find myself the lesson, to say that I have learnt

To find my voice again,

to say I'm strong enough to speak.

Cause I knew that if I bent to you ,

You would just rule over me.