| About being the one
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| The one who loves too much
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| Or being the other
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| The other one who loves less
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| I know I am the reason
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| The reason why you’re being silent
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| My heart that fits in yours
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| But yours, it doesn’t fit in mine
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| Anger and fear
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| Sorrow and emptiness
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| It all lives in your body
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| And I’m the one who takes the blame
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| The feeling in your chest
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| I promise it will disappear
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| There will be another
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| Taking better care than I
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| Swinging like the swing you
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| Remember from your early years
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| Tasting like the dream you
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| Never get to wish for
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| I wish I could explain
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| The world I build inside my head
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| Or how I want you all the time
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| Without being by your side
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| For me it wasn’t ever
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| But wanting to be only yours
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| I wanted safety in your chest
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| To feel that I am someone’s someone
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| Swinging like the swing you
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| Remember from your early years
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| Tasting like the dream you
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| Never get to wish for
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| I wish I could explain
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| The world I build inside my head
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| Or how I want you all the time
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| Without being by your side |