| Somebody’s standing
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| Alone in a room
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| Wondering how on earth
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| They’re gonna get through
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| Like songbirds in the city air
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| They’re not gonna make it
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| Twenty-seven days
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| Alone in this room
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| And I’ve been staring at the wall
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| Trying to find shapes resembling you
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| Like songbirds in the city air
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| And I do care but it hurts too much
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| And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard
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| And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part
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| Oooh
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| Twenty-seven years
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| To find you
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| Will that be twenty-seven wasted years
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| If we don’t see this through
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| Like songbirds in the city air
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| And I do care but it hurts too much
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| And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard
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| And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part
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| And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part
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| Mmm
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| The day’s getting quiet
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| And the world is getting calm
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| So why am I shaking?
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| I guess it means I don’t belong
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| Like songbirds in the city air
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| And I do care but it hurts too much
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| And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard
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| And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part
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| And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part |