| A simple turn of phrase
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| A million mouths, a million ways
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| All I need is a space upon your floor
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| A sentiment of change
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| But all that’s shifting is the blame
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| It falls a little closer to your door
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| I can’t explain the fade
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| What can I say to stay?
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| No more waiting on the aptitude of your ever-fading, ever asking of you more,
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| more
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| I can’t explain the fade
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| What can I say to stay?
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| I’ve been watching as the tide rolls in
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| To where you read between the lines for me
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| I think I will lay here 'til the lights turn green
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| I’ve been waiting for a sign
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| Again, again, again, again
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| Again, again, again, again
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| I’ve been watching as the tide rolls in
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| (Again, again, again, again)
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| All your worries are now hiding in sleep
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| (Again, again, again, again)
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| I’ve been waiting on your sign
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| (Again, again, again, again)
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| Again, again, again… |