| Like there was a taker
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| Like there was a frame
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| Now come ahead and picture my echo
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| It’s all about the same
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| So let me know you’re not here
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| Carved out in the trees
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| It’s all over
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| It’s a child on my knees
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| If you look to the right
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| And the war is over
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| Don’t worry about me following
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| It’s alright
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| Got me closer to a grip
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| Carved out in the trees
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| It’s all over
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| It’s a child on my knees
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| No, you don’t have to call me back home
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| 'Cause I will never learn
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| I keep doing it all wrong
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| You don’t have to call me back home
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| 'Cause I will never learn
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| Honey I keep doing it all wrong
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| I think you thought of dying
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| Ooh, when the full moon breaks
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| And it’s not even raining
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| If I should leave you now
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| Carved out in the trees
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| It’s all over
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| It’s a child on my knees
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| Like there was a taker
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| Come picture that in a frame
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| When you feel ripped by a thunder
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| And distracted by the rain
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| Maybe it’s all close now
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| Carved out in the trees
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| It’s all over
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| It’s a child on my knees
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| No, you don’t have to call me back home
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| 'Cause I will never learn
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| I keep doing it all wrong
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| You don’t have to call me back home
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| 'Cause I will never learn
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| Honey I keep doing it all wrong
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| Let me know you’re not here
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| Carved out in the trees
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| It’s all over
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| It’s a child on my knees |