| It started late last night, seclusion took its toll
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| Discarding everything,
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| the quiet place is where in fact my story would be told,
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| but you’re not out there
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| I traced the problem back to where it all went wrong;
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| why nothing turned out right;
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| it’s hard to see where both of us belong
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| Another failed attempt has brought me to my knees
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| I cannot call out ‘cause no one’s listening
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| I’ve fallen past the point of what it is to see the need
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| for something more than a permanent belief
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| ‘Cause she said to me «When you wrap your arms around me,
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| I’ll make it seem as though it’s not that bad.»
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| It’s kinda' hard when your words get thrown back at me,
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| forgetting what we had
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| Should I be moving on and find out where I stand?
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| I’m wasting my time, you’re just not out there,
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| and if you were would it even matter?
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| I’ll put it all aside, this isn’t getting through
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| What’s done is in the past so this is what I’ll do
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| ‘Cause she said to me «When you wrap your arms around me,
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| I’ll make it seem as though it’s not that bad.»
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| Sometimes the hardest part of everything we do begins with something more than what is true
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| It’s kinda' hard when your words get thrown back at me,
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| forgetting what we had |