| We were walking,
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| We were getting close too soon,
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| Making promises under a liar’s moon,
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| And I was thinking,
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| That you just might be the one,
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| Was I dreaming,
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| Or did that kiss go on too long?
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| And the blind will lead the blind,
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| Out on the tightrope every time
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| Was there a moment you cried?
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| Was there a lie you couldn’t say?
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| Was there a moment you tried,
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| To turn and walk away? |
| It’s just like me,
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| Always rushing into things,
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| Flying blindly,
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| And crashing down on weighted wings,
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| I saw you walking,
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| And I guess it was too soon,
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| It wasn’t me this time under that liar’s moon
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| And the blind will lead the blind,
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| Out on that tightrope every time
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| Was there a moment you cried?
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| Was there a lie you couldn’t say?
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| Was there a moment you tried,
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| To turn and walk away?
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| Was there a moment you cried?
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| Was there a time you thought of me?
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| Do I even want to try,
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| Or is she something I can’t be?
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| Was there a moment you cried?
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| Was there a lie you couldn’t say?
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| Was there a moment you tried,
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| To turn and walk away?
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| Was there a moment you cried?
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| Was there a time you thought of me?
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| Do I even want to try,
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| Or is she something I
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| could never be? |