| Where did I leave it, that look in your eye
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| Tattooed the memory to the back of my mind, back of my mind
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| Something elusive, cannot pin down
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| Like a gentle breeze, a tidal wave
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| You got me anyway, anyhow
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| Call it what you want
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| Tell me things too loud to hear
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| Collect all my words in paper cups
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| And fill me up (Fill me back up)
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| Sipping on your sympathy and
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| Pouring out my heart in paper cups
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| Hand me a lighter, I’m in the dark
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| Everything’s perfect and falling apart, falling apart
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| Louder and louder, the waves in my ears
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| All the blood pounding an endless beat
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| Until the purpose disappears
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| Call it what you want
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| Tell me things too loud to hear
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| Collect all my words in paper cups
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| And fill me up (Fill me back up)
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| Sipping on your sympathy and
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| Pouring out my heart in paper cups
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| Cut through the chaos
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| Cut through the noise
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| Cut to the feeling
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| Choking my voice
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| Colour it in, I gave it a name
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| Then found the centre of the sound again
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| Call it what you want
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| Tell me things too loud to hear
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| Collect all my words in paper cups
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| And fill me up (Fill me back up)
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| Sipping on your sympathy and
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| Pouring out my heart in paper cups |