| Sometimes I want you to hurry
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| So we can get to the end
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| I’m sick of tellin a story
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| That I just couldn’t defend
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| I want to cross the sea
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| But it’s not up to me
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| All things done and said I’m going under again
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you
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| I’m back at the start but I don’t know who you are
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| In the hope and the shame I’ve missed you
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| All things said and done I’m left holding the gun
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| Holding the gun
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| Tearing at the seams while I try to believe
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you
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| You’ve never given an answer
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| That didn’t give you away
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| You say you’re doin your best to hold the light
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| But you’re not even awake
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| I want to cross the sea
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| But it’s not up to me
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| All things done and said I’m going under again
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you
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| I’m back at the start but I don’t know who you are
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| In the hope and the shame I’ve missed you
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| All things said and done I’m left holding the gun
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| Holding the gun
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| Tearing at the seams while I try to believe
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you
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| She’s starting to breach
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| And flooded with fear
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| She’s taking on water mixed with tears
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| It’s under my feet
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| And over my head
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| I don’t understand how you can sleep through this
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| All things done and said I’m going under again
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you
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| I’m back at the start but I don’t know who you are
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| In the hope and the shame I’ve missed you
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| All things said and done I’m left holding the gun
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| Holding the gun
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| Tearing at the seams while I try to believe
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| For years and for hours I’ve missed you |