| Last 30 seconds I wait for him
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| Last 30 seconds I wait for him
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| To begin
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| To begin
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| Last 30 seconds I wait for him
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| Last 30 seconds I wait for him
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| To begin
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| To begin
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| The nights are getting longer
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| The pain is getting stronger,
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| But I know
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| ooo…
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| I know
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| The hate is getting darker
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| And the fear is growing larger,
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| But I know,
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| ooo…
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| I know
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old…
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| old…
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| old…
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old…
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| old…
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| old…
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| Last 30 seconds I watch you go
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| Last 30 seconds I watch you go
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| All alone
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| All alone
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| Last 30 seconds I watch you go
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| Last 30 seconds I watch you go
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| All alone
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| All alone
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| The nights are getting longer
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| The pain is getting stronger,
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| But I know
|
| ooo…
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| I know
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| The hate is getting darker
|
| And the fear is growing larger,
|
| But I know,
|
| ooo…
|
| I know
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old…
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| old…
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| old…
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old
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| You taught me that my heart would grow old…
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| old…
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| old…
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| The fear of my identity
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| Is standing right in front of me.
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| I want to run, but I can’t see.
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| I want to scream, but I can’t speak.
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| The fear of my identity
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| Is standing right in front of me.
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| I want to run, but I can’t see.
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| I want it to be you, but I know it’s me. |