| Somewhere in our space and time
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| I get stuck in your arms
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| I get close to you, darling
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| I keep clawing my way inside
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| And sometimes when you run and hide
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| Taxing and breaking and pulling and aching
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| And bursting at the seams
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| Turning your dreams into life, the life
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| Because somebody’s always around
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| Watching and listening
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| To all of these things I found
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| All of them safe inside your room
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| You call it ballet
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| Stretching so thin, we’re caving in until we bloom
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| What a day
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| Throwing tantrums like parties
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| Or attention like Sunday afternoons
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| Darling, you know I’ll come through
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| Because, darling, I know what to do
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| Safe inside your room
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| Somewhere’s where I think I’ll find
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| All my head’s designs
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| And now the sun keeps closing in on me
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| You’re farther than you seem in the night, the night
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| Sometimes when you say goodbye
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| From your bed drenched with subtext and protest
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| That take us to a room full of love
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| Behind the glass that we touch without light, our light
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| Because somebody’s always around
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| Watching and listening
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| To all of these things I found
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| All of them safe inside your room
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| You call it ballet
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| Stretching so thin, we’re caving in until we bloom
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| What a day
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| Throwing tantrums like parties
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| Or attention like Sunday afternoons
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| Darling, you know I’ll come through
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| Because, darling, I know what to do
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| Safe inside your room
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| Baby, just keep in touch
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| I know it might seem much
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| But the room is spinning and no one’s winning
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| I think I’ve had enough
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| Oh, baby, just keep in much
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| I know it might seem nuts
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| But the room is spinning and no one’s winning
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| I think I’ve had enough
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| Because, darling, you know I’ll come through
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| Because, darling, I know what to do
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| Safe inside your room |