| Well I’m sitting here flipping through excuses for why I shouldn’t call you
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| Every muscle, every fibre, every hair object to the very idea
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| I just can’t put my finger on however hard I try to slap away the halo around
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| you
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| Still it lingers and abruptly without warning bitter memories appear
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| When I think on it for long enough
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| Of all the time we wasted on each other’s love
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| It’s a wonder that I still believe the sun is coming up tomorrow
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| What was once so fine, has been broken and burned
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| So I wait here in the dark, for the light to return
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| Blinded, I was blinded 'til I knew only the good love survives
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| Blinded, 'til I understood that only the good love survives, only the good love
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| survives
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| But you and I were wasting time
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| You and I were wasting time
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| All those wringing hands and cheap ideas we could reason as failures
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| But to run it through again would only serve to do nobody no good
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| So let the universe decide how we can loosen all the knots and tangled ways we
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| came to
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| And resolve to never speak of it again — oh love if only we could
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| When I think on it for long enough
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| Of all the time we wasted on each other’s love
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| It’s a wonder that I still believe the sun is coming up tomorrow
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| What was once so fine, has been broken and burned
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| So I wait here in the dark, for the light to return
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| Blinded, I was blinded 'til I knew only the good love survives
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| Blinded, 'til I understood that only the good love survives, only the good love
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| survives
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| But you and I were wasting time
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| We were only wasting time |