| Staring at the window, from afar, don’t want to get close
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| Hiding in the corner of my mind
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| Picking up the pieces of expectance, never meaning
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| Lying with intent, do you consign?
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| Chosen for the first time, or the last, is this the one line
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| Begging to be spoken by decree
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| Watching from the ceiling, as my thoughts become revealing
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| Stars at night for anyone to see
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| I didn’t say, we’d make it in a day
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| No fear, no stay, no fate, no matter
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| Are we the reason?
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| I’d never play our game from Z to A
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| No fear, no stay, no faith to shatter
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| Are we the reason (coming through)
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| I hear the reason, tell it true
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| Are we the reason (coming through)
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| I need a reason (so do you)
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| Are we the reason?
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| Frightened and bewildered, on the path of least resistance
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| Wandering wide, adrift on open sea
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| My hunger, like a craving, I’m a child still misbehaving
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| My light, my beacon, you can rescue me
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| I didn’t say, we’d make it in a day
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| No fear, no stay, no fate, no matter
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| Are we the reason?
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| I’d never play our game from Z to A
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| No fear, no stay, no faith to shatter
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| Are we the reason (coming through)
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| I hear the reason, tell it true
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| Are we the reason (coming through)
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| I need a reason (so do you)
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| Are we the reason? |