| I still take you to bed, but it’s the you I face instead
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| Where I use every word I never said to crack you open
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| There was barely room to breathe
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| Getting the skeptic to beleive that the goal wasn’t to leave one of us broken
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| If it’s true nothing gets close to you for fear of melting down
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| Then I’ve become the chosen one, an example for the crowd
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| Your star is due for shooting and I’ll be watching the night sky
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| In hopes by then what binds us has come untied
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| I’m the tune of a lesser band
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| Sea legs on dry land
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| Thinking how you foreited your hand to keep us from winning
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| I watch them orbiting around you now, just like you showed them how
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| And you reach out like the hand of God, a tap will keep them spinning
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| If it’s true they flock to you without your shepards call
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| For change just let them range and see how far you fall
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| Your star is due for shooting and I’ll be watching the night sky
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| In hopes that soon what binds us will come untied
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| Can I take it back? |
| Can I take it back now?
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| It’s what the loss of our friends brings |
| It’s in the way you held my strings
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| It’s now all the little things I can’t help but down
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| Sometimes I wish I’d never known just how brilliantly you shown
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| Right before you threw the stone to cast me out |