| All the phones have rung and rung
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| Theyre off the hook, all but one
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| And all the mail stacked up inside
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| Up from the floor, a mile high
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| And like one would, like a child
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| Im asking
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| Like I could knock on your door
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| Will you let me in?
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| And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die
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| I found out the truth is its all a big lie
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| I find that the words are hard to describe
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| I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply
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| Climbing trees and paper planes
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| Life as a kid, were all the same
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| Tears of joy, and sullen hearts
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| Sticks and stones and broken arms
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| And like one would, like a child
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| Im asking
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| Like I could knock on your door
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| Will you let me in?
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| And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die
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| I found out the truth is its all a big lie
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| I find that the words are hard to describe
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| I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply
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| I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i
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| Or anyone else that you chose tonight
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| It seems like the madness of choice in the life
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| Has made it all clear if we run or we hide
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| And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die
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| I found out the truth is its all a big lie
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| I find that the words are hard to describe
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| I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply
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| I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i
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| Or anyone else that you chose tonight
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| It seems like the madness of choice in the life
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| Has made it all clear if we run or we hide
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| (Grazie a rock_punk2001 per questo testo) |