| Wait
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| 'Cause I feel so disconnected lately
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| The color scheme has shifted to gray
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| As we become un-intersected
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| Wait
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| (As shades of gray)
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| As shades of gray assume their tone
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| (Sophomore slumber)
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| Like a sophomore slumber, you burrow through my skull
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| (Burrow through my skull)
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| You always did feel just like home
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| Yeah, you always did feel just like home
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| So I took the red line out to see you
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| One evening in the fall
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| It’s no surprise I’ll never be the person you recall
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| Or your reciprocal
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| (As shades of gray)
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| As shades of gray assume their tone
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| (Sophomore slumber)
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| Like a sophomore slumber, you burrow through my skull
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| (Burrow through my skull)
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| You always did feel just like home
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| Yeah, you always did feel just like home
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| But you were always so unreachable
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| (Don't wish me away like winter)
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| You were always so unreachable
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| (Don't wish me away like winter)
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| You were always so unreachable
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| You were always so unreachable
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| (Don't wish me away like winter)
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| You were always so unreachable
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| (As shades of gray)
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| As shades of gray assume their tone
|
| (Sophomore slumber)
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| Like a sophomore slumber, you burrow through my skull
|
| (Burrow through my skull)
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| You always did feel just like home
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| Yeah, you always did feel just like home
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| You always did feel just like home
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| But you were always so unreachable
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| (You always did feel just like home)
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| But you were always so unreachable
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| (Yeah, you always did feel just like home)
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| But you were always so unreachable |