| It’s coming faster now
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| And I never thought I’d be here
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| Running past you now
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| But you’re holding out on me
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| Strip of lace on your collar bone
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| I think I caught you catching me
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| I space off
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| Is there is a time for us?
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| Or will we just hold on quietly,
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| White knuckles and dry tears?
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| And play our part in this
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| No spoiler, no reveal
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| Careful what you wish for
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| Careful what you wish for
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| 'Cause these bulbs are the fluorescent kind
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| And no one looks good in this light
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| The crack is wide enough, already
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| Any more would be too bright,
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| To keep this alive
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| Yeah this sweet dull ache
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| In the shadow and half light
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| Careful what you wish for
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| Careful what you wish for
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| 'Cause these bulbs are the fluorescent kind
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| And no one looks good in this light
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| Careful what you wish for.
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| Careful what you wish for.
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| 'Cause these bulbs are the fluorescent kind
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| And no one looks good in this light |