| Is it the withering of tired leaves
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| All so neatly woven round that laurel wreath
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| Or the collapsing of a history
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| Of victories getting lapped now by all my towering defeats?
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| To be a champion in your eyes
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| Someone that you might be proud to stand beside
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| But I bribed the judge and poisoned the field
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| Medals and trophies are only all that I could steal
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| But you found me in the morning, December in my eyes
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| Falling apart, bloodshot, outside Craigmaddie Hospital
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| As you fly by on the 93, what are the odds? |
| I don’t know
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| Impossible, I got your call, I needed it more than I could let on to you
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| I could let on to anyone
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| You could hear it in the corners of all of my words
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| In the silence you heard all that’s unspoken
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
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| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
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| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| As all my statues start crumbling
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| I don’t really know what it is that I’m offering
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| All I’ve got here is raining leaves
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| All once so neatly woven round that laurel wreath
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| But you found me in the morning, December in my eyes
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| Falling apart, bloodshot, outside Craigmaddie Hospital
|
| As you fly by on the 93, what are the odds? |
| I don’t know
|
| Impossible, I got your call, I needed it more than I could let on to you
|
| I could let on to anyone
|
| You could hear it in the corners of all of my words
|
| In the silence you heard all that’s unspoken
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
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| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
|
| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| Lonely alone
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
|
| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| You don’t have to be lonely alone
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| I could be there in a heartbeat
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| Lonely alone
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| Lonely alone |