| I’ve been walking hours today
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| Trying to sort all the things I have to say
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| We’ve been changing, shifting with the light
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| Stumbling through the daytime and fading in the night
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| Come on over, talk to me, dear
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| There’s nothing else I’m thinking about than you being here
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| I write you letters, more than just a few
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| I leave them lying open on the table for you
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| Now I know for the first time true
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| All of the ways I’ve been lying to you
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| It’s not that I don’t think we can open up in time
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| It’s just that I’m afraid of what we’ll find
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| I watch you creeping leaving with the dawn
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| Hoping I don’t wake up now your cover is gone
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| But it makes no difference anything you do
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| Something keeps me coming back to get closer to you
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| Now I know for the first time true
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| All of the ways I’ve been lying to you
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| It’s not that I don’t think we can open up in time
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| It’s just that I’m afraid of what we’ll find
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| It’s only I’m afraid of what we’ll find |