| I’ll wait at the gates,
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| Or is it a fortress?
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| I’m calling the blame,
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| Just let me own it.
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| There are things I thought I could rise above,
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| And all the things I thought I was better than,
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| And a coward might call it a conscience,
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| And a liar might call it the truth
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| Nothing could ever make me more frightened,
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| Than the thought of hurting you.
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| Watching you float across the isle of sand,
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| Before the fire works began I close my eyes,
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| And wrap my arms around you.
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| Do you remember what I whispered love?
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| Do you remember what I whispered, love?
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| This is how it’s meant to be,
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| This is where we’re supposed to be.
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| I don’t think anyone
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| Has ever loved anyone
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| The way I loved you.
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| So I wait at the gates
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| Of your fortress.
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| I’m calling the blame,
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| Won’t you let me hold it?
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| And all the things I thought I could rise above
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| I could not.
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| And all the things I thought I was better than
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| I am not.
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| And a coward might call it a conscience,
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| And a liar might call it the truth
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| Nothing could ever make me more frightened,
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| Than the thought of hurting you.
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| How could I hurt you?
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| Watching you float across the isle of sand,
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| Before the fireworks began.
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| I closed my eyes,
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| And wrapped my arms around you.
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| Do you remember what I whispered love?
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| Do you remember what I whispered, love?
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| This is how it’s meant to be,
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| This is where we’re supposed to be.
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| I don’t think anyone
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| Could ever love anyone
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| The way I love you.
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| The way I love you.
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| The way I love you.
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| This is how it’s meant to be,
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| This is where we’re supposed to be.
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| I don’t think anyone
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| Could ever love anyone
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| The way I love you.
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| The way I love you. |