| It’s been a weird one
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| It’s been a year
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| Nothing is happening
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| And no one is near (Oh it’s been a year)
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| How carefree a touch seemed
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| How normal and strange
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| How’s everyone doing?
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| Does anything change? |
| (Oh it’s been a year)
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| All that I’m saying is that I’ve no reason
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| To set the alarm, and now that we’re done speaking
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| Aye, I’ve been the same, up to fuck-all really
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| Up to much yourself? |
| Was good to sorta see you
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| I read somewhere
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| The reason I’m feeling the way that I’m feeling
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| Is because of the things that I’m eating
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| The way that I’m sleeping
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| At last as a token, I guess, I should stop smoking
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| I’ve bcome scared of the endless expanse
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| That lays dormant outside my front door
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| And what if I’ve forgotten things?
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| What if I can’t dance?
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| What if I couldn’t before?
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| All that I’m saying is that I’ve no reason
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| To set the alarm, and now that we’re done speaking
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| Aye, I’ve been the same, up to fuck-all really
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| Up to much yourself? |
| Was good to sorta see you
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| At least we have health
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| Temporary as it is
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| In a world that’s built like this
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| Oh, when silence turns to sound
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| When someone buys a round
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| I’ll feel much better then
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| I’ll love you then, my friend
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| When streets are warm with noise
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| When we have a choice
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| When I can see your face
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| We’ll share a fond embrace
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| I just want to be there where we were, before (I don’t want the moon,
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| but someday soon)
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| I just want to be there where we were, before (I'd like to sing with you)
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| I just want to be there where we were, before (I don’t want the moon,
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| but someday soon)
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| I just want to be there where we were, before (I'd like to sing with you)
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| When silence turns to sound
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| When someone buys a round
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| I’ll feel much better then
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| I’ll love you then, my friend |