| Somewhere there’s speaking
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| It’s already coming in Oh and it’s rising at the back of your mind
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| You never could get it Unless you were fed it Now you’re here and you don’t know why
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| But under skinned knees and the skid marks
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| Past the places where you used to learn
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| You howl and listen
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| Listen and wait for the
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| Echoes of angels who won’t return
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| He’s everything you want
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| He’s everything you need
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| He’s everything inside of you
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| That you wish you could be He says all the right things
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| At exactly the right time
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| But he means nothing to you
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| And you don’t know why
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| You’re waiting for someone
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| To put you together
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| You’re waiting for someone to push you away
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| There’s always another wound to discover
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| There’s always something more you wish he’d say
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| But you’ll just sit tight
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| And watch it unwind
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| It’s only what you’re asking for
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| And you’ll be just fine
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| With all of your time
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| It’s only what you’re waiting for
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| Out of the island
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| Into the highway
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| Past the places where you might have turned
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| You never did notice
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| But you still hide away
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| The anger of angels who won’t return
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| I am everything you want
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| I am everything you need
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| I am everything inside of you
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| That you wish you could be I say all the right things
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| At exactly the right time
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| But I mean nothing to you and I don’t know why
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| And I don’t know why
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| Why
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| I don’t know |