| When you get home from work
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| You change out your shirt
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| I watch the light just play and fall
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| Right off your skin
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| In the flickers of the moonlight
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| I can tell that something’s not right
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| That there’s a whole world in there
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| That you won’t let me in
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| To understand it how could anyone even begin?
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| So you ask me how my day went
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| I try to feign some sense of achievement
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| And I run my mouth till I forget
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| I haven’t asked you a thing
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| My selfish little mind ran away with itself again
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| Maybe I’m too scared to ask you
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| Or it’s the insignificance of all that I do
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| When I spend my time walking around in all I’ve left unsaid
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| While you’ve been working all night and the ward’s running out of beds
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| I finally ask you how your day went
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| You say you lost your favourite patient
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| While I was working on a masterpiece no one will ever hear
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| I can’t help but think what the hell is it that I’m even doing here
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| Because your life is in the moment
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| What is needed, most important
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| You put yourself to one side and provide
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| Do what needs to be done
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| Mine is a world of my own making
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| Words I’ve swallowed, time I’m taking
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| You don’t judge or ever question what it is I do it for
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| But I watch you and I know I could do so much more
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| I hope I can help in some way
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| I hope I can help in some way
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| I hope I can help in some small way
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| I hope I can help in some way
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| I hope I can help in some way
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| I hope I can help in some small way |