| Standing there
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| Two people
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| No talking just
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| You stay on one side and I stay on the next
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| The TV flickers, and the remote control stays in the middle of us
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| And you run away
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| I know I should I call you
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| But I’m gonna wait
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| For you to cool out
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| And you run away
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| I know I should I call you
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| But I’m gonna wait
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| For you to cool out
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| Kill the tension in the air
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| Talk to you, whisper and move your hair
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| From where, you hear what I say and I hear what you say and…
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| Felt the tension in the air for a while now
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| Knife sits on the corner of my seat
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| Simple words conjure emotion
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| But not the one that inspire belief
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| Or maybe you’ll be fine in the morning
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| Or maybe you’ll change the locks
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| Friends come over, and we hide all the cracks behind the rocks
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| Drink don’t help
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| And drugs don’t work
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| Sat in a puddle of regret
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| Staring at a smashed plate
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| Can’t remember the last date, where I didn’t play the villain
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| Are we reaching the end of the sandglass
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| This can’t be the end of the sandglass
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| Is that a smile I see?
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| I feel your fire eyes red like you’ve seen a ghost |