| Wasted and tired
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| Oh I’m so wasted and tired
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| We’ve lost the game
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| Dropped the case and said goodbye
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| Wasted and tired
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| Four letters of pure joy and sorrow
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| You gave me the big waves, mysterious heart
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| Oh I regret nothing, nothing
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| Still my heart is beating
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| Still my eyes do see
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| Strangers disguised as lovers
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| Same skin, but different feeling
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| We come and we’re gone
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| Alone in the crowd
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| Would I ever feel so lonely
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| You tell me, if I knew how do to fly?
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| I-I-I, I-I, I-I, I’ll walk over you
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| And on the things we’d do, I’ll dream alone
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| No matter the storms and the leftovers
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| Our leftovers maybe
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| I-I-I, I-I, I-I, I’ll dream of you
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| And on the things we’d do, I’ll walk alone
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| No matter the storms and the leftovers
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| Our leftovers maybe
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| Western eyes
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| What will you look at now?
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| This whispering city
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| Leads me to the gate of wanders
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| Where are we now?
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| For we’re nothing but tumbleweeds lost
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| I’ve never liked any cage
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| It’s tattooed on my skin
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| And I’m a hard believer, believe it
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| Still my heart is beating
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| Still my eyes do see
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| Strangers disguised as lovers
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| The same skin, but different feeling
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| We come and we’re gone
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| Alone in the crowd
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| Would I ever feel so lonely
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| You tell me, if I knew how do to fly?
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| I-I-I, I-I, I-I, I’ll walk over you
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| And on the things we’d do, I’ll dream alone
|
| No matter the storms and the leftovers
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| Our leftovers maybe
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| I-I-I, I-I, I-I, I’ll dream of you
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| And on the things we’d do, I’ll walk alone
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| No matter the bittersweet leftovers
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| Our leftovers maybe |