| Look at me now
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| Never thought I’d be here
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| What was I thinking, what have I left undone, unspoken
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| Look at me, I feel a little helpless
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| Like a beetle on its back
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| Look at you
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| Looking down at me
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| wasn’t meant to happen like this
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| I need more time to set things right
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| Not ready to think these things in the middle of the night
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| Life seems never ending, until it’s ending
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| Finite, sight unseen — we choose the path we walk
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| But is it meant to happen like this?
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| Do we need more time to set things right?
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| Are we ever prepared inside to say goodbye?
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| Look at the beetle on its back
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| Look at you now
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| I never thought I’d see you here
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| How did I outlive you
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| I couldn’t see us apart, us broken
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| «The quality of your pain?» |
| you said is deep inside your heart
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| It wasn’t meant to happen like this
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| I need more time to set things right
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| Not ready to think these thoughts in the middle of the night
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| Is this right, that this really is the end
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| End game
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| It wasn’t meant to happen like this
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| I need more time to set things right
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| And angels come in many guises to guide us
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| End game |