| I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw
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| I saw, I saw
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| I saw, I saw you, I saw you
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| On the magazine cover, with your
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| Blue-white eyes
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| Read it from cover to cover
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| Looking for ya
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| But these are not my people here
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| I think you know that
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| Nervous like a wild dog
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| Waiting for the attack
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| I was living in the delta
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| Wasting most of my time
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| You know if I could close the blinds right
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| I could sleep all through the night
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| But I’ve seen the tides are rising
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| Where once there was a shore
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| I can still remember houses
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| Stripped to the floor
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| There must be more than blood
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| That holds us together
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| There must be more than wind
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| That takes us away
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| There must be more than tears
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| When they pull back the curtain
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| Of this much I am certain
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| When you’re down for a while trying to get dried out
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| You feel the time pass by but you don’t look around
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| When you’re out for a while trying to get dried out
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| You feel the time pass by but you don’t look around
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| You were playing your music but you got drowned out
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| You go back to the old house but you’ve been locked out
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| And it wasn’t for love that you went back home
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| It was the guilt in your throat like you swallowed a bone
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| They had all of your life to get it right
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| They had all of that time just to change their minds
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| And you’re grateful for the bus, it’s a place to sit down
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| Like a spider in the winter trying not to be found
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| No use trying to heal when you’re getting stepped on
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| No use selling your soul when you’re getting passed on
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| How could they treat you like a forgotten card?
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| Dear dad, I’m sorry
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| Thank you very much
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| What difference does it make when they throw you away?
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| Is anybody ever gonna hear what you had to say?
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| I was flying on a red-eye
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| My hand dropped to the aisle
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| I could see myself clearly
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| For the first time in a while
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| There was nothing but lines
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| Nothing but outlines
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| My gut sank like a stone
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| But I heard another voice say
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| «We all walk alone»
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| There must be more than blood
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| That holds us together
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| There must be more than wind
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| That takes us away
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| There must be more than tears
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| When they pull back the curtain
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| There must be more than fear
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| Oh, there must be more than blood
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| That holds us together
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| There must be more than wind
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| That takes us away
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| There must be more than tears
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| When they pull back the curtain
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| There must be more than fear
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| There must be more, there must be more, there must be
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| Must be more, there must be more, there must be
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| There must be more, there must be more, there must be |