| There must be something wrong with me
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| A certain flaw I cannot face
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| 'Cause I’ve been saving up for years
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| Trying to move out of this place
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| But all my money keeps on moving
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| … things I cannot see
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| To find a life within my music
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| keep writing songs of you and me
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| and she is the cause of my distractions
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| I’m so please to call her mine
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| But I’m fed up of waking on my own
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| Fed up of eating here alone
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| Fed up of wasting precious time
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| but I know that we have more to see
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| more stress we have to fight
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| I know the morning always comes
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| with the evening close behind
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| yet through every single day
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| I get to hold you tight
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| I’m scared we’ll miss the chance to live
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| Yeah I’m worried that we might
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| and it’s eating me inside
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| it’s eating me inside
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| maybe one day we’ll be fine.
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| maybe one day we’ll be
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| all on our own
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| left here alone with whats left of the best of the money held back
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| money won’t save from the toil and the testle
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| the barging fear we won’t have enough to last us forever
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| but maybe a year
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| and that’s long enough cause we’ll both be together |